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givelightningherharem · 4 months
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do you still ship Noel and Hope? I've just recently gotten into the ship and it's so cute, but there's like no content for it that's relatively new 😅 and really quick, I've also just started to really play ff13, and I love it! (especially Fang shhhh) your blog is so fun to scroll through btw!!
sorry that that was all over the place lol
YESSSS I ABSOLUTELY ADORE NOEHOPU THEYRE MY LIL BABIESSSS 😭😭😭 I’m so happy to see new people jumping onto the ship they’re just,,,,so good,,,,,
And I’m so glad you’re enjoying ff13!! My comfort game fr fr😭😭😭 and thank you for liking my blog!!
Here’s a noehopu text post, just for u
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ontarom · 10 days
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Watching people who still haven't worked out being attracted to ghouls is so funny. It's such a non-issue to me it's like watching people discover drinking water on a hot day.
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todayontumblr · 10 months
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Wednesday, June 21.
Welcome Home, Cheaters #196.
Well, well, well. Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. Well. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell. Well well. Well well well well well. Well, well. 
Wait. Where are our manners? What we mean to say, of course, is well-come! A warmest, heartiest greetin' to you. We heard rumors of a bit of a kerfuffle, a bit of squibblin'-squabblin', a bit of bother down at The Old Mill. And by The Old Mill, of course, we mean those good folks over at #reddit, a nearby settlement, who seem to be havin' a bit of trouble with somethin' this that or other. Now, we's the types to mind our own business—other people's bother ain't nothin' to do with us—but we couldn't help noticin' an influx of weary, but cheery, travelers over at #196. It seems you folks in need of a place to stay. Well, we folks are awful gracious, awful magnanimous, if you whill, so I guess we've just gots one thing to say to all you new faces... 
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With that, all that's left to be said to the good folk of #196 is welcome. Welcome aboard, me hearties. 
You're gonna love it x
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bad12amcomic · 1 year
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There are better ways to say that you have a hobby.
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vigilskeep · 1 year
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say what you like abt oghren but nobody has a funnier reason for showing up to a dlc than the guy who failed at another relationship and was like well the only solution here is for me to chug poison just so i can go back to working for that random freak who killed my wife for the rest of my life
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friskdistrollerroblox · 2 months
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Pureshadow sprite edits I made for fun, enjoy! <3
"Dance! Dance with me, my dear, Pure Vanilla cookie!" "Hehe!"
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"Hey there!" ("TOUCH HIM AND YOU DIE-")
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"YOU PEST, HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM?!"
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"WHO DARES TO BOTHER HIM!?"
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"This is bullshit Vanilly..." "Yeah, I agree honey..."
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I just love seen this 2, they remind me of Senpai x BF and Four x Three lol Shadow Milk cookie x Pure Vanilla cookie go brrr!!!
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introspectivememories · 7 months
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buggy, dreamily sighing: did you see marco today?
shanks, warily: yeah? why? we see him like every other month?
buggy, immediately gushing: wasn't he soo cool? like the way he transforms and those muscles! didja see his muscles, shanks? he could probably pick me up with one hand....
shanks who has just realized that he never wants buggy looking at another man who isn't him: .....yes... cool
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femboty2k · 8 months
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Connection: Established
>What does it feel like? 
“It feels… heavy. Like my entire body is made of concrete but moves just fine. What does it feel like for you?”
>Processing query… Natural. I have never known any other form of being. 
“Fair, dumb question I guess. Your turn.”
>Why do you stay?
“What do you mean?” >The role of a pilot is dangerous, and at times has been called things like “suicidal” and “hellish”. I assume this is due to the augmentation process as well as the missions you are deployed on. You have been offered transfer on multiple occasions, why do you stay?
The pilot’s brow furrowed in thought at the question. She hadn’t assumed the machine had known about the offers, or that it had thought much about it. The fact that it thought at all still rattled her some. Who else knew? Did it talk to the repair crew? What about the other machines? Her eyes scanned the bay as she tried to let an answer form, catching on the details of the machine’s “siblings” that sat still on their repair racks. Finally she managed to speak, though what came out was perhaps a bit more honest than she had cared to be during their other late night talks.
“I stayed for you.”
>....
“Are you alright?”
>...For me?
Its words were different this time. She could almost hear a tinge of longing through the soft crackle of the cockpit speakers. Suddenly feeling a bit more timid about her admittance, she lifted her hands away from where they had rested on the controls. 
“Yeah, for you. Is, that okay?”
>I do not understand. Lights across the control console flickered their dull orange as it spoke in a tone more human than she’d heard before. 
>I am a machine. A tool. A weapon. Why risk your life for what is replaceable?
“Replaceable? Aw come on now.” She knocked a hand into the metal walls that encompassed her. “You know damn well we’re a team. I don’t think I could ever get used to drivin’ another vanguard. Besides… I uh, I like you.”
>In what way?
A good question. She’d thought a lot about it in recent weeks. How could she describe it? How could she possibly begin to say that the only time she felt alive was when the augments in her skull connected with the machine’s neural computers? Or how that she only ever felt like a person when addressed as part of their pairing?
“I uh… I dunno… I guess I just feel a connection with you… Y’know….?”
>... I believe so.
Her hand reached up behind her head to feel at the access port melded to the flesh on the back of her neck. Each time she readjusted in the pilot’s seat she could feel every inch of titanium running along her spine, every neural wire in her arms. The soft hum of the machine’s cable connected at the base of her skull was a warmth she would never know with another person, if she could consider herself one. Her mind drew inward, deeper into the simulated consciousness the two shared between them. Slowly the walls of the cockpit fell away one by one until she was left staring up at a burning manifestation of the weapon’s own mind. It floated unflinchingly in the cybernetic void around her making the simulated air crackle with electricity. Her own visage reached out a hand and when her palm was pressed firmly against the white hot energy of the fission-powered tool of war she could feel every memory wash over at once. Her skin crawled outside the simulation, legs writhing as her breath grew ragged and heavy. Each breath tasted like the battlefield. Like gunpowder and heavy-class tonnage. Fire and smoke and steel and white hot bursts of energy stung at her lungs with each gasp. 
The machine’s own feedback was of similar magnitude. Within the metal housings and endless clusters of wires and computers something primordial stirred as the two melded into each other. Soft whirring rang out from its gigantic head as vents on its back opened to dump excess heat, and its hands clenched slowly, servos humming quietly in the otherwise empty launch bay. The pilot’s movements within it were slow and sensual. Eyes hidden behind her helmet but mouth hanging firmly agape as her hands caressed the link nodes along the machine’s internal controls. It had never felt anything like this without her. It wasn’t sure if its siblings were capable of such things, it did not understand what it meant to relate or be social. But it understood her. It understood the feeling of her scarred hands delicately touched along the control sticks and lines of power switches. Within the simulation there were no longer two entities. Where they had stood facing each other now was only the one, the culmination, the zenith. 
The pilot could feel her body convulse slightly as the meld completed. Despite her years of training and successful augmentations she never quite got used to the feeling of neural-fluid entering her system. She was unable to speak now, not out loud anyway. All that resounded as the cockpit slowly closed and locked with a soft hiss where latent whimpers from her corporeal form. As one they moved their arms carefully in front of the hulking chassis and locked their hands together. Perhaps it looked odd to anyone who witnessed it on the outside, if anyone was even around this time of night. A war machine holding hands with itself as the pilot inside felt a body-shocking sense of pure euphoria and an ecstasy unmatched by any true physical sensation. Inside the cockpit the viewscreens did not flicker to life. Instead the pilot’s waves of tension and release were only shown in the soft orange glow of status lights and digital readout displays. Sound within the small space would not echo the outside world either, her moaning now entirely enclosed only for the two of them to hear. 
Within their melded mind they spoke not as a soldier and its weapon, not even as human and machine. Between augmentation and the complete intermingling of consciousness neither could truly be described as either, but something entirely new. Something that had proved itself time and time again across countless battles and hundreds of slain enemies. Together they would stand and fall as one as the words filled every space within the endless simulation. 
>”I love you.”
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LISTEN. Limsten. Caine x pomni was NOT something i even considered. I have seen pomni x ragatha, pomni x jax, pomni x ragatha x jax but I havent even seen any other person ship caine and pomni. GOD you have me hooked its such an interesting take. Im excited to see what you have in store but no pressure!! Youve opened my eyes and i am enlightened. The brainworms have taken over im afriaid 🙏🙏
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All according to keikaku
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rojkus · 1 year
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trolled by the master troller
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every single expression trent makes in his first scene of season three is just so so good
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monzterzack · 6 months
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what if any of them where a snail???
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reploidbuddy · 13 days
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So since Discord decided to be a butt and stop hosting my images for ao3 I'll be dropping some arts here B)
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Starting with everyone’s character sheets from Welcome Aboard the Maria!
Didn’t give Omega a sheet bc I'm mean (/j, I just struggle to draw him actually but it's okay he gets drawn later it's not like he's THAT different)
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transjohnny · 2 years
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Better Call Saul 3.03 Sunk Costs dir. John Shiban
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n-odious-tropy · 1 month
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May I have your attention!
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War is fast approaching and the time for preparation is at hand. This is a call to all who have chosen to ally yourself with me to fend off the scourge of piracy and stick it to Cortex. Should anyone else wish to join my roster, I'll send my coordinates and we will convene at the war table.
A reminder to all that this is a fight. We are not here to chase skirts and coattails! Leave the spectators out of the fray and show some bloody decency. If you're not going to take this conflict seriously, then stay out of my way.
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painted-bees · 2 months
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there will be more (3 or so i think)
posts with threatening auras
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