Feb 13, 2021
Trecand peste faptul ca povestile astea sunt horror, citatecringewattpad chiar posteaza cele mai weird si funny chestii de pe wattpadul romanesc pe insta
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Trecand peste faptul ca povestile astea sunt horror, citatecringewattpad chiar posteaza cele mai weird si funny chestii de pe wattpadul romanesc pe insta
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Ok all of your Angstober fics are great but number 8 was especially nice in my opinion. Do you plan on expanding any of them? I think 8 has a lot of potential💖
Thank you!!! I may be continuing Day 4, as @coralnoodle has bribed me to do so, and I may be able to continue Day 8! Any continuations would just be another very short snippet, like these snippets I'm writing already. They'd probably get put into the same chapter when I post them all to AO3 (I'm gonna post them all to Chiaroscuro), so if I do continue any, the continuations will be found there!
Is it to late for me to send you 👀?
Nope! A fantasy-esque AU.
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Han Solo stood tall and proud, or at least he attempted to do so. His uniform was brand new and too crisp and stiff. The collar and cuffs dug into his skin and the heavy jacket was tight across his chest making it hard to breathe and causing sweat to drip down his back.
He glanced at the other candidates out of the corner of his eyes. All twelve of them stood in a straight line and he could only really see the two on either side of him. They stood motionless and looked ahead. He wanted to sigh. He wanted to scream and rip his collar open and drag his hands through his combed-back hair but he didn’t. He couldn't.
He didn’t dare turn around but he knew Lady Proxima was in the crowd behind him watching. He was still baffled how she had managed to fool the Empire that he was worthy to become one of the twelve knights was beyond him. He was just some slum rat beggar that had been plucked out of the sewers and shined up to look like a noble. He had thought that surely somewhere along the way someone would have noticed. His pedigree would have been looked at a bit closer or his history questioned but it never came. Lady Proxima’s wallet must have run dry running this scam.
And this was a scam. A scam to have some puppet as one of the elite Knights of Twelve. Han would be used to serve Proxima’s ends instead of the good of the Empire.
Not that he cared about the Empire honestly. It was no less corrupt than the sewer gangs he grew up with. They just had more money and resources. In fact, he wondered how many of the other candidates were just as dirty as he was.
He knew at least one of them was. Qi’ra. His childhood friend and sweetheart. Proxima had truthfully picked her to be the candidate, but then she was sold and Han was forced to take her spot. If the rumors were true, she had been sold to the Crimson Dawn and put her up as their own candidate. She was to become the Knight of Ruby after today’s ceremony. He only knew this back by the red vest and sash she wore. Fitting for a Crimson Dawn spy.
Hello! I've just discovered your fics the other day and I love them so so much, you really are an amazing writer! I wanted to ask if you would ever write more for that A/B/O AU in which Damian is older and an Alpha and claims Omega Jason as his son? Because honestly it's really awesome and like nothing I've ever read before, the dynamic is just great. I wanted to ask if you could maybe write Dami dealing with Jason dying and coming back to life in that AU? Or anything else really, it's amazing ❤
I definitely plan to write more for that! I’m trying to figure out how to go about the second arc of that story line! It’ll come eventually. I’m glad you enjoy it! It’s one of my favorites.
I just discovered your blog and your art is seriously so good ❤❤😭 when you have time/ if you want to, would you make some art with Geralt, Ciri and Yennefer please? 🥰
thank you so much! and hmm! i will definitely consider it but i’m really, really, really bad at drawing men
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imagine steve's meeting with the red skull when he goes to return the soul stone
We’ve had a couple of similar prompts requested so I thought it was time to think of what the answer might be! This is full of feelings because *I* am full of feelings.
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“Steven Rogers, son of Sarah and Joseph.”
That voice. The hair on the back of Steve’s neck stood on end.
“I thought you were dead.” Steve grit out through his teeth.
Red Skull merely regarded him for a moment. “It seems we both ended up someplace we did not expect.”
Steve wanted to fight. To destroy him. He didn’t think Red Skull was as corporeal as he’d been before, given the floating. Steve was a little sad there wasn’t anyone else there to witness his restraint, if only just.
“I’m here to trade.”
“There is nothing to trade.”
“There is someone.”
“There is nothing to trade.”
“No. I’m here to return the stone. I’m offering to trade with you.”
That did give Schmitt pause. For a few moments, anyway.
“Though I would wish to, it is not possible.”
Steve clenched his jaw.
“There is no fighting through this, Captain. Return the stone, and go.”
“We want her back.”
Schmitt leveled another look at him, this one longer than the others. “Yes I imagine you do. It seems you lost after all.”
Steve thought of Natasha; their friendship and jokes and how seamlessly they worked together. How much she cared for her team, her family, in her own way. How she’d been integral to being able to bear waking up seventy years later.
“I don’t think I did.”
He set the stone down on an outcropping of rock and turned to go. And then turned back. What the hell. He threw the shield anyway. It caught Schmitt across the middle and sent him sprawling before it ricocheted back to Steve’s waiting hand.
“That was for Natasha.”
Hi! I just discovered you blog and Iloveit! If you haven't done it already, could you please make some gifs with Ciri and Geralt?
Hello! Thank youu💕 So nice to meet you!
I’m sorry but I just wanted to ask first... Do you have any specific scenes of them in mind? Or could I make any gifs including either geralt or ciri?
Tocmai am realizat!! Ca numele tau!! E "arghezi" doar ca gay 😗👌
oh god ive been discovered