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rwac96 · 3 months
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Valentine's Day Letter Ragna get another one from winter
Ragna: *exhales as he goes through his mail* "Death Threat. Death Threat. Death Threat. Arrest Warrant. Arrest Warrant. Death Threat." *sees an envelope with the Schnee emblem on it* "Hmm, somethin' from Winter."
'To my rogue paramour,
As brutish you are.
But, I admire your drive,
Your focus and skill,
Even if I have to love from afar.
Though, to stick in my father's craw,
I wish to choke upon your manhood.'
-Sincerely yours, Winter Schnee
Ragna: *blinks, smirking* "Well, this' a lot better than the usual mail."
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fyeahygocardart · 4 months
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Ghost Reaper & Winter Cherries
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baconpal · 11 months
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Welcome, to a Different Dimension!!
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Christmas Widowmaker, Sombra, and Reaper by perio_67
(more so fanart than skin concept)
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danskjavlarna · 2 months
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Separated at Birth?
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Wondering about this post? Wait for the dissertation (TBA). For now: Weblog ◆ Books ◆ Videos ◆ Music ◆ Etsy
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velinkthorn · 1 year
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cookies
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pratchettquotes · 1 year
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In the village in the Ramtops where they understand what the Morris dance is all about, they dance it just once, at dawn, on the first day of spring. They don't dance it after that, all through the summer. After all, what would be the point? What use would it be?
But on a certain day when the nights are drawing in, the dancers leave work early and take, from attics and cupboards, the other costume, the black one, and the other bells. And they go by separate ways to a valley among the leafless trees. They don't speak. There is no music. It's very hard to imagine what kind there could be.
The bells don't ring. They're made of octiron, a magic metal. But they're not, precisely, silent bells. Silence is merely the absence of noise. They make the opposite of noise, a sort of heavily textured silence.
And in the cold afternoon, as the light drains from the sky, among the frosty leave and in the damp air, they dance the other Morris. Because of the balance of things.
You've got to dance both, they say. Otherwise you can't dance either.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man*
*special request from @asmuchasidliketo, who wanted the unabridged account of the other Morris dance.
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mintmont · 1 year
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Please, if anyone sees this, please talk to me about Webtoons. Especially Watermelon, Hooky, High Class Homos, 1HP Club, Night and Day, Be My Villain, unOrdinary, Tamberlane, LUMINE, Loving Reaper, Magiform, I'm the Grim Reaper, City of Blank, Winter Moon, Glacias, Death: Rescheduled, Of Dark Lords and Cabbages, Familiar Feelings, Lalin's Curse, and @CRC_Luna's Conspiracy Research Club.
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darrowsrising · 2 months
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Best 🍰 of mancake:
The Passage for Darrow has been a traumatic and life-changing event. It wrecked him and it affected him deeply even years down the line. It put many things into perspective, especially his ability to cause death and he becomes reticent to cause it at the Institute, lest he loses himself.
He has no qualms about killing for Virginia, however. No qualms whatsoever - anyone, anytime, anywhere, in a heartbeat, no questions. He needs no explanations, no details. Anything at all that could harm her must die.
The savagery and disregard of his second kill compared to his first? Now he knows how to kill, but cares so much less about what he's doing to another person - he threatened Virginia, he will rip his bloodydamn heart out.
That even makes him snap out of any inherent sense of caution that has been smacked into him regarding speech. Proctor Apollo crossed every limit possible, pushed him to the limits of what he can accept nd endure - not Virginia.
She fell first, but through it all, he fell harder.
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outpost51 · 10 months
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if not, winter
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What happens when your ex, who you definitely don’t still have feelings for, is your only hope?
After an explosive breakup, Nyreen and Aria go their separate ways — sort of. While Nyreen licks her wounds and moves on with her life, Aria lets them fester and lets the station rot around her. Cerberus has a nasty habit of throwing wrenches where they don’t belong, though, and Aria’s boat gets rocked enough to capsize entirely. With her kingdom in shambles, her rotten station seized, and her goddamn couch stolen right out from under her, everything seems hopeless — until Nyreen swoops in with her resistance to take it all back.
But will she take Aria back, too?
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 15,809
Chapters: 11/11
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More info, playlist, and preview below the cut.
{READ HERE ON AO3}
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FINALLY i can reveal what the fuck i've been working on for MONTHS: my entry for mebb 2023 and also (technically) the fourth book of Helix. i had the privilege of working with @tentacledix, who made the incredible art and the banner for this fic!!
naturally, there's a playlist:
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as well as music recs in each chapter.
acknowledgements: big thanks to my fellow mebb authors who graciously kept this thing going when i wanted to quit like fifteen times. y’all know who you are.
preview:
Then he dragged in a scrawny, pale-plated turian who had the gumption to stomp right up Aria’s stairs and demand a job, just like that. No references, no resume, no respect. Garka had a gun to her head before she’d finished taking a step forward. The turian had Garka disarmed and on the floor before the rest of them could blink. Nyreen Kandros. No rank like most of the military rejects tried to cling to, but she still used her full legal. Dipshit. “No handle?” Aria simpered. Nyreen flicked her mandible. “Only on my knives.” “Barefaced brat,” Grizz spat under his breath. She rattled back a slew of insults Aria was sure Grizz couldn’t spell with a dictionary in front of him. He had a point, though. Kandros wasn’t a family name one just threw around, and it was odd that one of theirs had wound up on her doorstep without a speck of blue anywhere on her. Aria stretched her arms across the back of the couch. “You’re either very brave or very stupid, and neither of those is any use to me.” “Good,” Nyreen huffed, crossing her arms. “Because I’m neither one of those, ma’am.” Anto choked on his drink. “Ma’am,” he wheezed. “My apologies,” the interloper sneered. “I’m neither one of those, Your Majesty.” She even sketched a bow, glancing up at Aria beneath her browplates. Insubordinate dipshit. Aria swiped Anto’s drink and took a sip. “So what are you, then, if you’re not brave or stupid?” There was the posture everyone expected of a well-bred bird. Nyreen straightened up, held her head high, clicked her heels twice — oh, she still had that stick jammed right up her pretty little— “Loyal, Your Majesty. I’m loyal and efficient.”
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peapod20001 · 5 days
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Idk why I started with the most in-depth species to make smth for first.....imma be here 4evar....
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summerongrand · 26 days
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I was so caught up in The Rookie that I forgot to eat dinner 🤦‍♀️
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kalechipslives · 4 months
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A very happy new year to you all! May we find many new stories, and make many new friends.
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Christmas Winston, Wrecking Ball, Sigma, Reaper, Sombra, Cassidy, and Ashe by pugletto/PugCrumbs
(more fanart than skin)
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okenkrow-art · 6 months
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Mori
third and last october sketch commission! ♡
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flowervolcano · 1 year
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All I want for Christmas is a Toy Soldier 76 skin to pair with Rat King Reaper.
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