So Today I Got A Rather Unkind Comment On AO3 (one Could Call It Hate), But I Believe It To Be A Bot

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Guardian: DAMN IT 

Ghost, from far away: who the FUCK taught you how to swear?

Another Deku in a “draw your baby girl like this”

*sweats*

What if I drew more Deku?

I will cry and after I finished crying, I will hug you. And when I finally let go I will hold the picture of Deku that you drew and start crying all over again because I know I’ll love it.

Happy Valentines ⋆˚✿˖° 💕

bloodborne concept:

the hunter speaks in a very terse and straightforward way. they are polite enough, in a way suggesting they are not too clear on how words really work; a sign of them both starting to be affected by their changes, and the dreamy nature of Yharnam

they are kind, in their way, reflecting how in the game you CAN help others if they don’t attack you first, and so the Hunter always chooses that option

they tend to speak like its hard to wrench the words out; as if they have forgotten the way of words and it is a trial to remember them

but then, when in battle, the bloodlust comes upon them

they rant and rave and howl with joyous delight, tempered with absolute control; they CRAVE this prey slaughtered, they ignore wounds that should have killed an ordinary human, and their blood looks… wrong.

human beings do not make sound like that, and they are absolutely feral and vicious and it is absolutely TERRIFYING-

but then they see a straggler and at once, the savagery fades, concerns comes into their eyes, and they rush to help, all lust for blood instantly under control.

they’re not exactly human anymore… but that doesn’t mean they’ve become a beast.

binch

you come here! into my home!! and yell at me!! the audacity of some fruits these days i swear!!

Imagine your FC is humanoid, but not quite human. They have different biological structures, but they’re more or less the same. When you ask about their physical traits, they always seem a little defensive or embarrassed, so you drop the subject entirely after a while.

Imagine, while minding your own business, they grab you roughly by the wrists and pin you to the wall, breathing heavily. Their face is flushed apple red and beads of sweat run down the contours of their face, so you ask what’s wrong, thinking they might be sick.

“I-I need…” They choke out, stopping to press their face into your neck while letting out a needy whine. “I need to lay eggs somewhere, please, please, please let me lay them in you, you won’t get pregnant- unless you want to- but god I need to put them somewhere and I-”

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