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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 9 months

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Sebek + Orange Rose please?

Sebek Zigvolt:

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person.

Sebek was flustered.

He swatted at your caring hands knowing you were the source of his discontent in the first place. Horseback riding had always been a way to clear his head, to set himself straight when his thoughts may wander while he was on duty. Even if it was a challenge to find a horse who could stand his booming voice, he had overcome the obstacle with great pride because nothing could stop him from being who he needed to be (AKA the best bodyguard for Malleus).

Yet how could he overcome an obstacle like you?

He supposed going back in time was unthinkable even with magic, since even the powerful Malleus couldn’t move the hands on a clock backwards. He thought maybe keeping a careful distance might work yet you were insistent on barging into his life, just like you did minutes before as an example.

Sebek had been riding along a quiet path, filled with a decent amount of shade from the plentiful green trees that hung over it in an almost protective gesture. It would allow him to bask in the pleasant outside air, a warm spring day that Sebek had looked forward to all winter. He didn’t choose this of his own accord as he disliked being away from Malleus for long periods of time but his master had disappeared after requesting solitude, leaving him with no choice but to train. He had even considered that he might run into Malleus back here due to how isolated it is and how rarely the path was used, a little daydream he had that unfortunately distracted him.

When you accidentally stepped into the horse’s path, emerging from the woods like a startled deer, Sebek cursed your name as he reared back in a desperate attempt to change direction. Saving you from a painful fate was less of a heroic scenario and more of a treacherous deal sealed with a handshake as he went flying from the horses back instead. He grunted as he landed hard in the brush, thankful that at least fate hadn’t sent him into thorny bushes, too.

“Sebek!” His name leaves your lips in such a frantic tone, one he can’t pin.

Was that from realizing the danger you were in, or for him who was hurt in your stead?

A zap of electricity shoots through him, the tingling in his chest remaining in the aftermath. He opened his mouth to loudly scold you for not paying attention to your surroundings; you couldn’t hear the hooves trampling dirt and rock a mile away? What if it had been some less skilled rider, or even worse, some type of predator set on sinking its teeth into you? He doesn’t know why the concept of you wounded with no one to protect you makes him feel anxious, but decided it’s easier to connect it to his natural protective instincts as a bodyguard.

“Don’t be stubborn!” You huffed as he stood, brushing himself off like he’d simply tripped. “At least let me heal up the little things!”

Sebek thought it’s a waste of both of your time (and your magic) to heal some measly scratches but he’s rendered speechless by you yet again as you removed his gloves with ease to touch the bare skin of his hands. Your magic required skin-on-skin contact and he knew this, so why did he suddenly become so aware of how intimate it felt to hold another’s hand?

A warmth spread from his hands to his entire body, your magic doing its work and perhaps something more. It’s a few blissful moments before you retract your hands, satisfied that he’s in perfect working order. You even smiled as you handed him back his riding gloves, and Sebek had to divert his eyes for a second to concentrate on slowing his rapidly beating heart.

“There you go! I know as Malleus’ bodyguard you wouldn’t want to look messy sooo…” You plucked a twig out of his hair, flicking it to the ground. “There! Handsome as ever!”

Sebek suddenly wished this place was more populated, that there was a chance of interruption as he had no idea what to say next. The polite thing would be to thank you for your help, or perhaps to go back to his original idea of scolding you for not paying attention, but for some reason he remained tongue tied. If he thought about it enough, he could remember the gentle feel of your hands, the way your brow furrowed as you concentrated on healing him quickly and efficiently, the sparkling smile as you admired your handiwork before you called him handsome—

Sebek suddenly felt very resigned to his fate, knowing that as long as you existed you would always invade his thoughts.

#Twisted Wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Disney TWST #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #scenario #flower prompts

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spider-jaysart · 11 months

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My friend @theredheaded-stuff showed me this panel of Damian carrying this giant sword around and then I just came up with this whole scenario lol😂

Damian just walking into the Justice League base with Bruce, while carrying his giant sword around like in the picture above, just shocking everyone in there with it

Clark: Bruce???? You just let him carry that around with him?????

Bruce: Well, it's what he wanted, so I said it was fine with me

Hal: ARE YOU SERIOUS???? JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING!! HOW DOES HE CARRY IT AROUND WITH SUCH TINY ARMS????!!!

Damian, points sword at hal: DON'T CALL MY ARMS TINY!!!

Barry: DON'T HURT HIM!!!!

Oliver: ....Now I can see why my son Connor was begging me to let him get a giant sword last week. Good thing I said no to him CAUSE THAT WOULD JUST BE CRAZY JUST LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW!

Bruce: Hey! Don't tell me how to raise my kids!

Oliver: WHERE DOES HE EVEN PUT THAT THING WHEN HE'S TIRED OF HOLDING IT OR WHILE DOING SOMETHING???? IN HIS BACK POCKET????!!!

Bruce: You know what? Yes he does, CAUSE I BUILTED ONE FOR HIM! AND IT'S CALLED THE BAT POCKET!! And maybe if you would get your son a giant sword too, than maybe he would feel just as cool as my son right now, because just using arrows to fight crime is nothing new and it's just boring!!!!

Oliver: Take that back right now

Diana, suddenly walking into the room: (GASP!) OH MY! WHAT IS HE HOLDING????

Bruce, with his arms crossed in annoyance: A sword. Are you gonna start giving me some judgey comments about my parenting skills too?

Diana: Absolutely not! I believe it is one of the best choices for being used as weapons!! Let me see! (Runs over to Damian to get a better look)

Diana, examining it: Oh, it is just very marvoules!

Damian: Thank you

Diana: You've made the right choice setting him up with such a wonderfully and beautifully crafted sword that would protect him very well in combat! It is even big enough to destroy dangerous beasts during battle as well!

Bruce: Why thank you (looks at the rest of the League with a smirk)

Everyone else: ????

(Both Damian and Diana bond over their love for swords after this)

Damian showing it to Jon during a fight on patrol in Metropolis:

Jon: OMG! What is that?!

Damian: It's a sword, Corncob (=_=)

Jon: Well, yeah, I can see that for sure, I'm just wondering about how are you even carrying it???? And where did you get it from???!

Damian: Simple! I'm just that strong enough to carry it! And it was gifted to me! Now watch this!

(swings sword at a random tree behind him, making it fall on top of an incoming giant Lexcorp robot as he turns around to face Jon with a confident proud smile)

Jon, jaw dropped: (GASP!).... I'VE GOTTA ASK MY DAD TO GET ME ONE TOO!!!!

Damian: You should

Later:

Bruce, calling Clark: Clark? My son said that he left his Twizzelr pack at your house during a sleepover

Clark: What? Which one?

Bruce: We'll, he only brought one with him. They were specificly the red cherry Twizzelr's that he had with him-

Clark: No, I mean which son?

Bruce: The older one

Clark: Dick?

Bruce: No

Clark: You don't mean Jason than, do you?

Bruce: Of course not, I'm talking about my smaller one

Clark: Damian????

Bruce: No! Tim! How could you not know???? He was having a sleepover with Conner yesterday, remember????

Clark: I-....Ugh, It's just that I'm having a hard time focussing today since Jon keeps begging me and Lois to get him a sword after seeing Damian with it and I keep telling him no

Bruce: Get it for him

Clark: Absolutely not! He could hurt himself with it

Bruce: You and your son are both invulnerable, Clark, so I think he'll be just fine

Clark: I'm not getting him a sword!

Meanwhile with Jon:

Jon, flopping onto his bed with annoyance, talking to Damian on his phone: Aughhh! Damian, you wont believe it! My Mom and Dad won't let me get a sword! They say it's too dangerous!

Damian: -tt- Nonsense! It is a perfectly fine weapon to use in combat as long as you have enough training with it!

Jon: I know! It would just be so cool if I could have one! But they think that I won't be able to actually use it properly! Hmph!

Damian: Well, that stinks

Jon: Totally!

Damian:

Jon:

Damian:

Jon: Is it okay if I could maybe try out yours-

Damian: No, you're not touching my sword

Jon: :(

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lxstfathier · 8 months

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Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: noticing a sudden change in your behavior, master Luke decides to have a private talk with you at night. But it turns out way different than expected.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, mutual masturbation, age-gap, slight angst, Kylo being a bully.

A/N: this is not canon, i just wanted to have fun without worrying about timelines and all that. Luke is supposed to be in his late 40s and the reader in her early 20s, but you’re free to choose any age you want. Hope you all enjoy this!! 💗✨

Jedi training is hard. Specially when you’re a padawan under the wing of the one and only Luke Skywalker.

All of his students are expected to be perfect in every single aspect; from the impeccable robes, polished boots, well groomed hair, and clean lightsaber hilt, to the excellent behavior, calm and elegant in any situation, never faltering with fear or anger.

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

Ben Solo likes to mock you almost every single day for that reason, laughing at your shyness and weak combat skills. And you try you best to find a justification for it. Maybe it is because him, and all the other students, come from powerful families with a strong jedi bloodline, and you’re just a random girl from a far away planet who happened to be born force-sensitive for some weird reason.

Or maybe it’s because you’re not meant to be a jedi. Who knows, whatever it is, you can’t help but feel a little bit upset seeing all your classmates improving while you’ve been stuck in the same place for weeks.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting under a tree at lunch time like you always do, sharing a meal with Grogu, away from all the other loud teenagers around the bonfire who can’t stop laughing at their own stupid jokes. And if it wasn’t for the little green kid, you would feel completely alone.

But you’re really wrong if you think that Grogu is the only one who cares about you.

Master Luke has been watching you for a while, sensing your negative emotions and troubled thoughts, growing worried with that sudden change in your demeanor, thinking about what would be the best form to approach and help a young girl like you.

“Patu?” Grogu says, offering you the last roasted frog, pulling you away from the deepest corner of your mind.

“For me? oh, thank you so much Din Grogu, i appreciate it” you say with a smile, taking the little frog snack that is supposed to be only for him, but you put it in you mouth anyway, savoring the weird taste and crispy texture.

And you’re too into it that you don’t even notice Luke walking in your direction until a pair of black boots appears in your peripheral vision, scaring you slightly, feeling you heart beat faster as you lift up your gaze to look at your cloaked master.

Are you in trouble? you don’t think so, but before you can ask something he speaks first.

“I want you to meet me at midnight, by the pond. It’s not necessary to wear you robes or bring your lightsaber, i just want talk. Understood?”

Oh hell, you’re definitely in some trouble now.

“Yes, master” you answer, trying to stay calm as your mind overthinks all the possible scenarios. And after hearing those affirmative words, he turns around to go back with the rest, leaving you there with teary eyes.

You know that you’re not his best student, so you’re probably getting expelled from his Jedi Academy. Everything is ruined and your effort has been in vain. But you don’t want to upset Grogu and cry in front of him, so you do your best to hold your tears and fake a smile, letting him eat the rest of the food while you just sip on your drink.

After that, the evening goes fast, doing your usual routine of meditating alone, read on your holo-pad, take a quick shower and brush your teeth. Still with the horrible anxiety sensation in your chest.

When midnight finally comes, you just put on an oversized shirt and small shorts, adequate for the warm weather. Why would you care about wearing something nice if you’re getting kicked out anyway?.

So you get out of your room, walking under the moonlight, admiring all the pretty luminous insects flying above the grass as a way to distract yourself from your own nervousness.

Once you get to the pond, master Luke is already there, sitting on a fallen log. And you feel even more anxious than before, but you need to stay calm under any circumstance, remember?, so you take a deep breath, reuniting the courage to walk up to him.

“Take a seat, young padawan” he says, motioning for you to sit on the ground in front of him for a quick conversation.

You follow his orders, getting comfortable on the soft grass, playing nervously with your own sweaty hands until he finally decides to speak again.

“Do you know why i told you to come here?”

“To expel me out of the jedi academy? maybe?” You answer in a low voice, accepting your fate.

But he just smirks. Something he doesn’t do often.

“Why would i do such thing? you’re the best student here.”

For a moment you can’t believe what you just heard. He called you his best student. And you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, your emotions are mixed, you’re happy but extremely doubtful at the same time.

Maybe he’s saying it out of pure pity. There’s no way that you’re the best when all the others have an excellent conduct and fierce combat skills that could put yours to shame.

“I don’t think so” you say, shaking your head. “I’m behind everyone else here. They all see me as an easy target, and Ben likes to remind me everyday that i’m too weak and fearful to deserve being trained by his uncle.”

Suddenly, that friendly smirk on his face disappears and a stern expression takes its place, noticing the way he clenches his jaw, along with a tightening of his gloved fist, clearly unpleased with the way his nephew has been treating you.

“Don’t listen to those teens. They’re still kids, they talk hurtful nonsense just for fun” Luke says, with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to make eye contact. “And they also have a lot to learn from me. All of them are reckless and aggressive most of the time, thinking that their worth is only found in how many combats they win. But not you. You’re different. You’re quiet and mindful, and that’s what makes you a great jedi. So please, don’t believe their words.”

Out of everything you thought he would tell you tonight, this definitely wasn’t it. And before you know it, a warm tear is rolling down your cheek.

You don’t know what to tell him. Perhaps you don’t need even need to, cause soon you feel him getting closer, with a big hand cradling your face as his thumb wipes the wet trail.

It’s weird. But you like it, you crave more, getting lost in his gentle touch and beautiful facial features illuminated by the pale moonlight, awakening some sort of new emotions in the depths of your soul.

“I want you to have this” he speaks again, this time offering you a rose gold lightsaber. “It belonged to my sister, princess Leia Organa.”

You’re hesitant about it, but you take it in your hands just to feel its heavy weight, cold in contrast with your skin, admiring the beautiful shiny hilt. All while wondering why would he want you to have such an important piece from his family.

One thing for sure is that, if everyone sees you using Leia’s lightsaber instead of your own, it’s going to cause jealousy, specially in Ben.

“Thanks, master. But i can’t accept it” you give it back to him, finally feeling brave enough to tell him what’s been going around your mind for days. “Actually, i think i would like to take a break from my jedi training, at least for a few months.”

Luke never thought he would hear those word come out of your pretty lips, even less after seeing you so worried thinking about getting expelled. But he understands you, better than anyone. His training can get quite demanding sometimes, and if you need some time to recover from it, he will give it to you without a second thought.

“As you wish, young padawan” he answers, with a kind smile to make it clear that he’s not mad at your decision. “You’re free to go away and come back whenever you feel ready again.”

No. You don’t want to go to any other place, you want to stay here, in a beautiful planet, with Grogu… and him.

“I never said that i wanted to go away” you whisper, looking directly at the ocean of his eyes. “I want to stay here with you.”

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s all those years of pent up yearning. But you act by instinct, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your soft lips against his.

It feels great. You could swear there are real buzzzers inside your stomach. However, you regret it immediately, thinking that he might reject your romantic advances, not wanting to get involved with one of his students who is way younger than him.

To your surprise, that doesn’t happen, and before you can push away, he puts a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You tongues dance in sync, tasting each other, feeling that burning desire grow stronger with each movement of your mouths.

It scalates pretty quickly, leading to something more. So you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, immediately feeling a pair of big hands caressing your bare thighs in such a delicate way.

You move your lips to his jaw, and then his neck, biting slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth, humping his clothed bulge, desperate for some friction.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy” Luke tells you, in a low husky voice that you had never heard him use before, playing with the hem of your shirt as if asking for consent to take it off.

So you allow him to read your thoughts, letting him know that it’s ok, that you want this as much as he does and that you can’t wait to get your body claimed as his.

Giving in to your most passionate wishes, he helps you take off your shirt, letting his hands roam every curve of your waist and back until he finally finds the clips of your bra, unclasping it effortlessly, admiring the way your gorgeous breasts are set free in front of his eyes.

You throw the clothes to the ground, and he doesn’t waste a single second, squeezing your soft tits, slightly pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

As he has his fun, you work on his black pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, just enough to take out his cock, realizing that it’s a little bit bigger than you thought.

He’s fully hard, hot and heavy at touch, already dripping beads of pre cum, twitching notoriously when you run a finger over his prominent veins and sensitive pink tip.

You wrap a hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, and then you feel it, his warm mouth licking and sucking one of your nipples, making you gasp at the delicious sensation.

“Master, please” you whine, unable to resist more teasing.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Luke asks as he moves a hand between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to explore your wet folds with two of his fingers. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me already, please. I’ll be good, i promise. ”

You have no idea how he’s still calm and collected while being jacked off, and you’re there, being a total mess as his fingers barely stimulate your sensitive clit.

But he enjoys it nonetheless, smiling at the way you’re shivering at his touch, begging for more.

“Who am i to deny you, hm? go ahead and take what you want” he says, stopping his ministrations on you before leaning back, licking his own fingers to have a taste of your sweet juices.

You get off his lap, hurriedly getting rid of your shorts, and then straddle him again, this time guiding his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on it, whining as he splits you open so nicely.

Luke grunts when he feels you too, so tight and warm around him, squeezing your soft ass with his hands as a distraction to not cum in that exact moment.

“You’re too big, master” you say shyly, holding on to his broad shoulders. “I don’t think i can take it all.”

“Yes, i know you can” he answers, gripping your hips to push you down, sinking deeper into your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside.

You could swear he’s all the way up to your guts, but you tough it out, fulfilling your promise of being good for him. And once you get somewhat adjusted to it, you start moving your hips at a steady pace.

Your mouths find each other again, kissing sloppily as you ride him, with his hands on your waist and yours tugging at his now disheveled greyish hair.

A minute later, you’re bouncing on his cock, just like one of those pornstars that you used to watch on the holo-net, letting out obscene moans when you feel him hit that soft spot inside you over and over.

The squelching noises are also pretty loud, your arousal being enough to take him easily, causing a creamy ring to appear on the base of his cock, slowly dripping down his balls.

It feels too good. Both of you are already close to your orgasms, drunk on each other, chasing your own releases, getting messy, rough, and absolutely nasty.

“Cum for me, love, come on” Luke says with a raggedy voice, using his gloved thumb to rub your clit, bucking his hips to fuck you harder.

The way he’s ramming into you, stretching out your tight hole, and his fast movements on your bundle of nerves are enough to make you come undone.

Without a warning you clench hard around him, moaning his name as you squirm and dig your nails on his black clothes, almost euphoric on the immense pleasure he just gave you.

Luke follows right after, releasing with a deep grunt, twitching hard inside your tight heat while he spills his seed as deep as he can, stuffing you full of hot sticky cum, not caring about the consequences.

After that, you go limp on his arms, riding the last waves of bliss, with your cunt still spasming around his softening cock, just hiding your blushed face on the crook of his neck while hearing his heavy breathing.

What you just did was out of the Jedi code, but neither of you regret it, specially not him, who had been dreaming for a moment like this since the first time he saw you on your home planet, so beautiful, young and innocent.

“Luke? am i really your favorite student?” you ask him in a low voice, exhausted and already sleepy.

“Yes. And my favorite girl too” He answers kindly, running a hand along your bare back.

Those words are enough to make a stupid smile appear on your lips, happy to hear him say what you’ve been longing for years, finally closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and your fingers trace at his black robes, not taking much to fall asleep like that, with your bodies still connected.

And even though you’re on a planet with a hot weather, it gets a little chilly at night, so Luke wraps his cloak around your exposed body.

He swore to protect you forever since you became his padawan, didn’t he?… so now more than ever he’s going to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if he needs to fight a damn exogorth to keep you safe.

But, in this moment, he only needs to let you rest and keep you warm, preventing you from catching a cold. Just holding you close as the stars shine in the dark midnight sky.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker smut #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction

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420thewritersroom · 14 days

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Bigger than you Thought

A little something I got the desire to write about. This is also a small gift to @helsensm for not only their art, but their lovely contribution to the MK fandom. Will always love your work (especially the Railoa, gotta keep me fed)

Characters: Raiden, Mentions of Fire God Liu Kang & Kung Lao

Word Count: 1,036

He needed to get away from the training, the classes, the people, everything. Raiden wasn't sure why his chest became uncomfortably tight, why his breathing was steadily increasing to the point of hyperventilating. He couldn't focus, his mind going this way and that as new worries arose from seemingly nowhere. The farm boy was fidgeting, rapidly bouncing on his right foot as growing anxiety finally took over him. He quickly asked Lord Liu Kang to excuse him, claiming he needed to relieve himself. And in a way, he wasn't lying. Getting some air, finding a quiet spot in the already still Wu Shi Academy, and having a moment to sort out his thoughts is a way to alleviate oneself.

Raiden finds a spot under a cherry blossom tree. There are other shady plants he could retreat to, but cherry blossoms always held a special place for the thunder wielder. A tree that symbolizes beauty and life, its soft pink & white hues, and the fact that it reminds him of home. Fengjian had a lone cherry blossom he and Kung Lao would hang under since the day they first met as children. It was their safe haven away from home, their play spot, their confessional booth.

Raiden stares at the pink flowers swaying in the wind, slowly picking themselves apart as their petals flutter to the ground and occasionally littering itself on Raiden. The thunder wielder practices his breathing exercises in an attempt to calm himself. Breathe in, count to 10, breathe out, and repeat. Raiden closes his eyes, honing his senses to the serene environment around him, and before he knew it, the weariness ebbs away. But the bones of the anxious beast were left behind.

Raiden opens his eyes and lets out a long exhale through his nose, looking out to the mountainous horizon before him.

He was appointed as Earthrealms champion a few days ago. Raiden thought he was anxious about this whole Mortal Kombat ordeal. Learning about the various realms, the essential players of said respected realms, and the shared history that strung these worlds together, Raiden remembers being overwhelmed by such knowledge. But those feelings before paled in comparison to the mighty responsibility that was now bestowed upon him. He's expected to represent Earthrealm and to fight for its protection. This isn't a situation like the friendly sparring moments he and Kung Lao shared in an attempt to impress their elderly teacher or to settle a childish conflict. Billions of lives were at stake should he fail. Billions who will never know the impact of his position but will suffer for it regardless if he were to lose this tournament.

And as much as Raiden tried to convince himself that possible war wasn't going to become an immediate instance, the fear still struck his heart. What will happen to Fengjian should it get invaded? What of his family? How would he protect them should Outworld choose to push further conflict with Earthrealm? Would Earthrealm even stand a chance against a nation that's grounded in mysticism and bizarre technology? Would such a war even last long enough for it to matter?

All of these variables that could happen, all because of a hypothetical scenario, should Raiden fail in his position. Not a day goes by where Raiden contemplates giving his title as the Champion of Earthrealm to someone else, someone who is worthier of the position than a simple farm boy. Doubts of his capabilities bubbled to the surface since he defeated the other Earthrealm candidates. Was he truly that skilled in his craft, or was it dumb luck that he was able to beat a Hollywood star, a yakuza, and his childhood best friend? Before that moment, he always, ALWAYS, fell short behind Kung Lao. He was stronger, faster; he was everything that inspired Raiden. Yet, in the moment where he should've lost, he won. Perhaps it was pure adrenaline that pushed him to reach higher than Kung Lao. Then again, this position was not something he was desiring after.

It was always the same thought, "I'll ask Lord Liu Kang to reconsider my position as Earthrealm's Champion. There must be someone better equipped for this." And every time Raiden thinks he's going to speak up, to express his concerns and desire to not have this weight on his shoulder, he can't help but sew his mouth shut.

As much as this responsibility scares him, it also strengthens him. Raiden knows the burden of duty, even if it isn't as dramatic as the situation he was placed in. His dedication to his village, his job, his family, all of this he carried on his shoulders with no complaint, and he was ready to become its protector and provider. Should Lord Liu Kang never approached him with the offer to become Earthrealms guardians, Raiden would've spent his entire life in Fengjian, content that he was making a difference there, even if he was small and "insignificant."

Becoming a Champion of Earthrealm was no different. There were moments when Raiden soothed himself by bringing his focus not on Earthrealm as a whole but on Fengjian. When he forced his mind to contemplate only on Fengjian, the people he knew there, the family that lived there, and the memories he made there, then his position was no longer about being a defender to untold billions. It was about helping his village thrive, keeping his family safe, and becoming the shining example of an Earthrealmer to those who would doubt the realm's capability to protect itself.

"Raiden! There you are!"

The thunder wielder jumps out of his skin as Kung Lao calls out to his friend, accompanied by Johnny and Kenshi.

"Well, well, well, I never thought I would ever see the day that YOU, of all people, would be attempting to skip on his lessons," Kung Lao cooingly jests as he places his hands on his hips, cocky smile plastered on his face. "What, Earthrealms Champion is now above sitting in Lord Liu Kangs lectures?"

Raiden didn't realize that he was outside for that long, a bashful shade of red creeping up on his face. "No, no, it's not what-I...I just needed some air."

#Mortal Kombat #Mortal Kombat 1 #MK1 #Raiden #MK1 Raiden

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coldhndss · 3 months

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──★ ˙ ̟Blue Lock mini matchups! No.6, 7, and 8

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.6: @somewhere-stuck-in-the-stars

Do you know what I mean when I say your request gave me autumn/fall vibes? Like all I could imagine was a fireplace, hot cocoa, maple trees and a nice cozy cottage home (I wrote this BEFORE reading that your favourite season is fall btw :0)

So, I ended up matching you to Yukimiya Kenyu!

Initially, I actually thought of matching you to Alexis Ness, but… I couldn’t do that to you 😬

So, we know that Yukimiya is canonically a model, dresses nicely and has a calm/soft kind of aesthetic. I feel like he’d dress more of a light academia with coats and scarves, contrasting nicely with your deep jewel and earth tone attire/aesthetic. I know MBTI tests aren’t usually completely true to someone’s personality, but with you being an INTJ, I’d imagine you bring a vibe of comfort and care that not everybody does. With Yukimiya having constant worries about his wellbeing alongside playing soccer, you’d be able to be able to bring him a breath of fresh air and take his mind away from worrying too much all the time.

For a day where the two of you go someplace together, I’d imagine he’d take you to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, seeing as its one of the things that he’s interested in. He’d take sweet, candid photos of you, knowing the best angles to shoot from. Of course, he wouldn’t leave without getting some photos of himself. I get the feeling that he’d probably post an aesthetic reel of the trip on Instagram as well. It might spark some controversy amongst his female fans once they notice you being a little too close to him for their liking! Not that it’ll change anything between you two, of course. I have a feeling it'll just make him want to post you even more.

I think somebody like you is very in tune with other people’s emotions. Not like a psychologist or an ‘empath’ (whatever that is), and you’d be able to tell when he needs a little bit of a mood booster. You’d be a caring person who is able to watch over him and treat him with kindness that isn’t contingent on his popularity or skill.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.6: @darthvada

I've said this before, but I don't always match people up with someone who is the exact opposite. So in this case, I decided to match you to Bachira Meguru!

Writing this matchup literally made me realise how lonely Bachira was for a majority of his time before Blue Lock (Bachira fic incoming very soon). So although he puts on an energetic and happy front most of the time, I feel like he definitely has some unspoken problems that flood his mind daily. For the most part, he's extroverted and positive most of the time, so I think he'd be able to easily get along with another person who shares the same/similar personality as him, seeing as he (alongside lots of people, but especially him) yearns to be understood by someone else, and I think you'd have no trouble bringing him that sort of comfort.

Bachira would probably love the fact that you do theatre. Seeing as he likes exciting things, I'm sure he'd definitely enjoy seeing the different characters you play and roles you partake in (I don't know much about theatre and choir so I'm sorry if you don't actually do any acting!). I'm sure he'd enjoy watching you practice. Here's a scenario that I imagined:

You've got an important play coming up, in which you take part as a person who gets rescued by a prince, king, or hero of sorts. Seeing as you don't have the male actor at your beck and call, you decide to give Bachira a call and ask him to help you. Elated, he immediately agrees and comes over to where you are. To your surprise, he's very enthusiastic, and plays the role with a lot of confidence! 'I wonder why he didn't pursue acting...' you ponder.

Seeing as the both of you are super enthusiastic about the things you're interested in, Bachira would definitely yap a lot about different soccer players, teams, which team he finds interesting, or which players he would love to go up against. He'd also be the type to spam you with reels of either incoherent memes with the most random audios, couple videos strung along with an 'us' or 'you', or edits that people make of him, with him sending '😳😳' emojis to you in response. He acts embarrassed but he secretly likes all the edits and saves them to a collection on his private lists.

Bachira would definitely love being around you at all times. He may get a bit attached sometimes, but you pay it no mind. He'd appreciate that you lend him an ear and always listen to his worries without shutting him up or making him feel worthless, seeing as others have ostracised him simply because they think he's 'weird', and that's why you'll always mean so much to him.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.7: Anon who is super into History.

Honestly, I think this was arguably my hardest matchup. Probably because the character I ended up matching you to is always at the back of my mind (I don't hate him, I just don't really think about him at all).

So after spending ages deciding, I chose to match you to Ikki Niko! Hear me out on this one, okay?

Niko doesn't show it, but he's actually relatively passionate about the things he likes, and although he doesn't look it, he's interested in things other than soccer. Seeing as he enjoys watching Anime and is sort of a nerd in that regard, he'd definitely watch plays with you in the theatre or at home. He wouldn't really say anything to you about it at the start, but after a while, you'll find that he's randomly gotten more into it than before. I think Niko would definitely look into something that someone important to him really enjoys. That way, he can get closer to them without having to embarrass himself by asking them questions upon questions.

He also comes off to me as more of a listener than a speaker. Seeing as you enjoy talking lots and lots about the things you like, Niko would definitely sit and listen. I have a feeling that the two of you would sit on calls for hours, majority of the time would be spent with you talking about things you enjoy (aka, mainly history related things). He'd also take notes on the little things about yourself that you're interested in that you don't notice yourself talking about. Niko wouldn't want to show that he's overly into what you're saying, acting like he's doing work on his laptop over your call. It turns out that he's keeping track of what you're saying on a locked note called 'Her 🤍'.

Your comment about how someone told you that you dress like a dead grandma made me laugh 😭 however in this case its actually fine, as I don't think Niko is super big on fashion. Although he might make fun of you here and there, he's not the type to really care all that much about clothing styles. Also seeing as you say you're lazy in things which include sports, watching Niko play is just about the only thing you'd probably do in that regard. He doesn't say, but it secretly makes him super happy to know you're only watching it to see him on the field. For a little side scenario, I imagine that despite you not being overly extroverted, you might run up to him on the field after he scores the winning goal in a game, and hug him. He definitely wouldn't pry you off, but he'd get a little flustered. Though secretly he'd want everyone watching to know that he actually does have a special someone rooting for him and him only.

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The untapped potential that is the ship Revhound is fucking crazy guys, please hear me out

Revhound (Revenant x Bloodhound) Headcanons/Drabble!!

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, suggestive themes

- Let’s say all prior Revenant headcanons I’ve listed are correct in this scenario. Like, Revenant does have an extremely accurate sense of smell, can smell fear, blood, etc., right?

- Bloodhound’s whole thing is being a tracker. Revenant, the perfect assassin. Putting them against each other creates an interesting game of hunter vs. hunter.

- I imagine that they would definitely hold some sort of respect for one another. They’re both aware of each other’s reputation, and both believe the other is a bit of wasted potential. Bloodhound thinks Revenant could be just as perfect a tracker as them, if not even better, while Revenant believes Bloodhound could do with a little more aggression and durability.

- With Revenant’s Forged Shadows, he can afford to push hard on a target once he’s got them where he wants them. Bloodhound doesn’t have this sort of ability, but they could certainly benefit with some sort of training, perhaps? Withstand defensive attacks a little better and push harder, and if only Revenant had some way to practice putting his heightened senses to use…

- They can help each other train, maybe. Run away to a heavily forested area with crazy terrain, start off miles from each other. Bloodhound shows Revenant how to utilize his keen sense of smell to track, while Revenant forces Bloodhound to push themselves further every time.

- It’s truly vicious. Primal even. At first, Bloodhound does well to evade Revenant, to lure him into a space where they have the upper hand. After a weekend, Revenant has already found his groove in these new skills. Tracking down Bloodhound is the easy part. The chase, the fight, is where things get interesting.

- Revenant is unrelenting. Doesn’t need air or water or rest for weary muscles. Bloodhound is brought to their very limit and forced to take the leap, hoping to catch on something and learn to carry on even when their body aches. Learn to know when it’s time to turn and fight.

- They goad each other into becoming the (best? Worst? Most terrifying?) versions of themselves. Weekend after weekend when they’re not scheduled to play in the games, they’ve run off to train. It becomes more than routine. It’s instinct. The thrill of the hunt, the blood, the dirt and the metal shavings left on thorns and discarded axes, the familiarity of one another, the bond of finding one another, and fighting until the other gives out, only to give mercy in the last second. They can’t kill one another, no, then the fun will end.

- They’re constantly adapting to one another. Bloodhound leaving a trail of brittle leaves and branches, only for Revenant to learn to stalk quieter over them. Revenant climbing into trees above to try and get the drop of Bloodhound, only for them to begin spotting the crude marks of metal claws on the sides of trees from far away.

- Revenant feels alive. Bloodhound explores a brutal side of themselves, becoming more aggressive just to be able to match the simulacrum. They need these getaways like they need blood in their veins or coolant in his system. The games are too impersonal, too safe for live broadcasts for thousands of fans watching. It’s private when they’re away, it’s sacred, it becomes a second home, or rather a true home in comparison to the cots back at headquarters, or the living spaces provided by the games.

- It could become something more. Defeat and victory after a bloody battle with promised mercy, boundaries that are never crossed for the sake of doing this dance again and again. Admitting defeat at each other’s hands becomes allowing victory in the arms of one another. It’s an odd form of trust, allowing each other the privilege of beating them down until they’re within the last stretches of consciousness.

- Suddenly recovery isn’t spent alone, the trek back to headquarters and silence in their rooms. It’s staying a little longer in the privacy of abandoned buildings and crowded forests, tending to the wounds inflicted upon each other. Revenant’s hands coated in blood are the same hands that dress Bloodhound’s bloodied limbs; Bloodhound’s finger tips grazing the metal of Revenant’s form, searching for the last few bullets and thorns.

- Bloodhound learns the ins and outs of this simulacrum, having partially disassembled him to remove a splintering branch. Learns that he can feel, not just pain, but also tenderness. They learn that the feather light touches and gentle pressure earn sounds akin to purring, those burning yellow optics flickering and dimming. Revenant doesn’t sleep, but he can remember the comfort of soft sheets and a warm bed, a safe place to dream when he finally accept the embrace of his rival.

- Revenant learns that same tenderness. Hands crafted to be efficient blades can sooth the cuts they dealt. The cool, blunt, metal finger pads learn the pressure that eases bruises. His prize for winning today is the honor of cradling Bloodhound rather than the reversal. He doesn’t know when it became a prize, but victory was no longer as simple as the rush of pride when Bloodhound landed in a bloodied, exhausted heap. Victory was the sweet reward of seeing the other so vulnerable and trusting. Trust the other not to finish them off in a secluded place. Trusting the not to leave them to fend for themselves. They knew the weakest points of each other, how to take apart and put back together one another.

- Revenant learns what’s under that mask- the goggles too. Bloodhound finds every latch and groove in the metal of Revenant’s form. They know each other’s skin better than their own. It’s only a matter of time before they’ve memorized one another inside and out. The hunt, the chase, the battle, the recovery; they become a courting ritual. Proving that they’re worthy of one another, with violence and tenderness, with warm blood and cold metal.

#apex legends #revenant apex legends #revenant #implied violence #revenant headcanons #canon typical violence #apex revenant #apex legends bloodhound #Revhound #revenant x bloodhound

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sasusakucore · 3 months

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What would have happened if

1. Katniss didn't volunteer for Prim, so Prim and Peeta compete in 74th Games.

2. Gale and Katniss compete.

3. Katniss and Peeta's brother compete. Before, he volunteered for Peeta.

The Questions :

A.What strategy would Haymitch made for District 12?

B.What would Katniss do to them? Would she become an ally with those 2 boys?

C.Who would be the winner in the end?

Thank you so much :)

@curiousnonny

i) If katniss didn't volunteer for prim, so prim and peeta compete in the 74th hunger games

[Now, personally even if katniss was at the death door, she would have still volunteered for prim. She loves her sister so much that she would kill and die for her but let's just say for some reason katniss was unable to volunteer(prim might have prevented her or something because prim also loves katniss dearly)]

Personally haymitch would have lost hope on those two because those two are like the most gentle people out there. I think in this scenario, peeta had to get more aggressive with haymitch inorder for him to take both of them seriously. Now, knowing peeta, since he a gentle soul and has a crush on katniss, I think he would sacrifice his life to protect prim since in his eyes nobody needs him anyway and prim is loved by many especially his crush and that prim is young. So he convinces haymitch that prim is worth saving by telling her about her sister katniss' abilities and prim might have learned something from her. I think compared to katniss, prim has a little bit more charm and though she would hate to sacrifice a kind boy like peeta, she would agree with his plan plus I think peeta would reveal his plans to her because he needs her cooperation for the plan to work. Now onto haymitch's advice, while prim can't hunt let's assume that she has learned other survival skills(if she didn't the chances of her surviving are less)from katniss(like climbing trees, following animals to find food and water, snares(to subdue not kill)etc.) plus with the fact that she is good healer and is knowledgeable with plants and peeta might be gentle but he is good at wrestling(and since he is not planning to win the games), camouflaging and cooking, haymitch's advice would be for them to stick together, get supplies if they can but running away from the cornucopia is priority number one and find a place to hide. Now for the sponsors, one way would be if they get scores like 7 or above like how peeta got 8, I think prim can get a decent score of like(5-6 mostly) by her knowledge of plants and healing and I think only one or two would consider to do that just for the sake of rooting for the underdog so the next one is stylists and interviews. Both of them would heed haymitch's advice of being nice to their stylist(though I doubt they would get someone like cinna because he choose to go to 12 because he was moved by katniss volunteering for prim so let's assume they miraculously got a decent stylist) and now for the interview, both would work together unlike in the canon with katniss and perta and they somehow manage to create a story that would make some folks at the capitol like them(it's going to be like brother-sister angle or some platonic angle). So the best chances for them in arena to win is probably if most of the tributes kill each other and the mutts kill the remaining and those two avoid the mutts. I also like to think they might ally themselves in a typical alliance(haymitch might advice them to probably ally themselves with someone other than the careers, possibly district 11)with rue and thresh(I guess peeta could try to convince them separately by highlighting their similar situation but I think he would mostly manage to convince rue and it would be a miracle if thresh agreed). Between prim and peeta, I feel like peeta would sacrifice himself so that she could win and if due to circumstances prim dies and peeta survives the games I don't think he would be able to show his face to katniss since in his mind she would loathe him and that he feels guilty of not saving her. Now katniss would feel so hopeless in this situation because her sister is in a death match and she can't do anything to save her and I feel like if prim dies this might either radicalize her to join the rebellion or she might act like her mother did when katniss lost her father. But if prim manages to win, katniss would be so happy and relieved and would be protective of prim due to all attention she might get as the youngest Victor. She would give condolences to peeta's family regarding his death and would silently thank him and see him in a more positive light.

ii)Gale and katniss compete

Now in terms of fighting and surviving, they have way more chance than peeta and prim. Both have good survival skills and instincts and they are hunting partners so haymitch definitely thinks they will have better chances of winning compared to the previous victors. He tells them to get supplies and weapons if they can though running away from the cornucopia should be priority number 1(this is applicable to peeta and prim). He would tell them to hide and all though since they are good at archery and snares, if they manage to get their hands on a bow and arrow and some materials to make traps, they should use them. Now they would definitely get high training scores and this might put a target on their back but also give them some sponsors. Now these two would follow haymitch's advice of being nice to their stylists(though it would be hard for gale but if he manages to then its good news, plus katniss' stylist is definitely cinna since she volunteered for prim so they would get good outfits) but the main problem is interviews and that would be haymitch's main concern since both katniss and gale lack charms. So only by great difficulty, they would actually do decently well in the interview(haymitch probably told them to highlight their teamwork and their lives at home(with some filter), they won'tbe able to play the romance angle so I don't think they wouldget much sponsors from their interviews). So I think katniss and gale can ideally win if they manage to get their hands on bow and arrows and some snare materials, avoid getting injured,avoid killing unless necessary and if they have to kill, they can do it by shooting at the tributes while being at a safe distance(eg being on the trees). If had to pick a winner between the two, both have equal chances and I don't think they can kill each other so if they are the ones alive so they would go their separate ways until one of them gets killed by mutts or arena events/dies by illness etc. Katniss is both glad yet distraught that gale got reaped with her because on one hand she has her trusted friend with her but on the other hand either him or her will die. Both of them promised to each other that if one of them survives then they would take care of the other's family.

3) Now, we have zero information regarding peeta's brother so if we go by assumption that he has a lot of strength due to working in the bakery or probably like peeta has participated in wrestling tournaments so that's one advantage he has and i explained katniss' skills above. Now haymitch only has hope with katniss because the boy might be older and stronger but that's just it and those skills alone won't help. Katniss and peeta's brother definitely don't trust each other much though I don't think they would actively try to kill each other since both might feel guilty due to katnuss being the sole breadwinner and being the crush of peeta and peeta's older brother being peeta's brother. Now haymitch might tell them to coordinate for interviews since both volunteered for their respective siblings and it has touched the hearts of some capitol citizens. Now we don't know whether peeta's sibling is as charming as peeta but I think he is more charming that katniss so the interview part might go well if they coordinate properly(again no romance angle, just some sob story and probably the love for their siblings, they might get sponsors but it would be less). And since katniss volunteered, cinna might become her stylist and I think they can pull of being nice to their stylists so the stylist issue is not much of a concern. Now training scores, katniss gets a 11 which puts a target on her back as well as sponsors and peeta's sibling gets like a 8 or something if we assume he is good in the strength department(don't know about camouflage). So between the two it's definitely katnuss who would survive. I think katniss would most likely avoid teaming up with him because she doesn't want to be the one to kill him especially since he is peeta's sibling and unlike peeta with prim, I don't think she is willing to die for his sibling since she is breadwinner of the family. And even if they do tram up due to circumstances, I think in a scenario if the two of them are left then katniss might either shoot him or just avoid him until he dies of infection or something or gets killed by mutts. If she kills him then she would feel guilty because he is peeta's sibling and like peeta regarding prim, she would avoid peeta for the rest of her life.

Edit: Just realized that the winner question refers to who is likely to win the games overall and not who is likely to win the games between the two people mentioned above.

So in the first one, the ones most likely to win overall are definitely the careers, foxface and thresh. Prim and peeta would need a lot of luck on their side to win.

In the second one, it's definitely going to the careers, katniss, gale, foxface and thresh who are most likely to win.

In the last one, it's the careers, katniss, foxface and thresh who are more likely to win.

But we should never forget that while skill, charisma, good health and being capitol favourite is important, luck also plays a major role which even the capitol can't control.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #peeta mellark #primrose everdeen #gale hawthorne #haymitch abernathy

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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silly prompt idea if you’re up for it

Little scenario where Steve and Eddie are somehow again on the topic of “when I see danger I just turn heel and run”

then Steve just goes “yeah? let’s see how fast you can run from this”

hint hint

A/N: This went a little differently than the prompt wanted and isn't as silly in the beginning, so warning for some mention of PTSD and nightmares.

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“I’m a coward.”

“You’re not.”

“I just run.”

“Eddie.”

Eddie looked up to meet Steve’s gaze. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Steve slipped his fingers into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

Eddie leaned his head back against his chest with a sigh. “It’s been a long night,” he said, night terrors having tormented him for months now. He’d almost gotten used to it, but some nights, when he’d already felt vulnerable, they seemed to get to him again. Steve had held him all night, but it hadn’t been enough. “I’m so fucking tired.”

Steve didn’t say anything, merely wrapped his arms around him and held him close, his lips pressed against Eddie’s temple in one long kiss.

They stayed like that, Eddie slowly unfolding his legs and letting them melt onto the mattress. Steve had suggested they spend more time in bed in order to not have Eddie associate it as an unsafe place. It worked until night fell, which it was doing earlier and earlier now. He wasn’t sure how he would survive winter, with it stretched out nights and bare, looming tree branches surrounding the trailer.

But he had Steve. He hadn’t had Steve before. Steve who was just as traumatized but didn’t show it.

Eddie grabbed his hand and peeled it off of him enough to bring it to his lips. “You never run.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve done plenty of running.”

“Not when it matters.”

“You only ran when it would be stupid to stay, Eds.” Steve gave his cheeks a squeeze. “You’re not stupid.”

Eddie turned his head away. “Stop.”

“Besides, I’ve never known you to run away from anything since. Not even my very skilled fingers going for your tickle spots.” Steve held out a finger and moved it slowly toward him, laughing when Eddie slapped it away. “Don’t make me a liar now.”

“You’re mean,” Eddie said, feeling the tension in his body evaporate little by little. Playfulness. Steve had offered it to him on a plate and was waiting for his consent to serve it. It wouldn’t solve his terrifying nights, but it always made his days easier.

He licked his lips. Steve had caught him hungry.

Steve said, “I’m the nicest guy around, what are you talking about?”

“I wouldn’t say you tickling me is anything worth running away from,” he replied, which was as much consent as he was willing to give without straight up asking Steve to do it.

Steve snorted. “Oh? Is that why I can obliterate you with one finger?”

“I’d like to see you try, Harrington.”

The thing was, Eddie only ran from tickle fights if he felt like adding a chase into the equation, but he was tired and cozy in Steve’s arms and felt he had enough wiggle room to squirm and push Steve off without it becoming too much. So he stayed, sitting happily between Steve’s legs as Steve slipped his hands under Eddie’s arms to tease his midriff.

And it tickled. It tickled so much that Eddie was already laughing; exhaustion and vulnerability mixed with how fucking well Steve knew his ticklish spots by now. Not to mention that Steve only had to be around him for Eddie to feel ticklish. If he so much as threatened it Eddie was immediately a goner.

God, he was sappy.

He kind of loved it.

“S-steve!”

“Yes, dear?” Steve replied, crossing his arms as best as he could to keep Eddie in place while his fingers repeatedly raked over the sides of his belly. “Too much? You’re not running away though.”

“Shut up!”

“See? Not a runner after all.”

Eddie slowly slid down the bed, which caused his shirt to ride up and expose his lower belly. Steve wasted no time before letting his fingers dance over the sliver of skin, although as Eddie slid lower and lower it visibly became harder for Steve to reach it. He shouldn’t have been surprised when the tickling was redirected to his neck, but he was.

Maybe he screamed. Maybe Steve laughed at him for it.

“Easy,” he said, still not letting up despite Eddie’s thrashing. His body shook from the giggling, which in turn made the bed shake; a squeaking sound accompanying his laughter. Thank god his uncle wasn’t home.

Wait, was the window closed?

Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrists and plied them off somewhat easily just briefly enough to turn his head to check. Closed.

“Oh, so you could run away if you wanted, I see.”

Eddie looked up at him, feeling shy under that knowing grin. “Steve-”

“I think I need to up my game here.”

He turned them over so suddenly that Eddie screamed again, although said scream melted into laughter as Steve went for his ribs. The rest was just flying limbs and heels digging into the mattress, with fingertips skittering over skin until Eddie eventually called for mercy.

Later, when darkness had embraced Hawkins, Steve gently tickled Eddie’s back until he fell asleep. It was the first night in weeks that he slept through peacefully.

#steddie #steddie fic #ticklish!eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things #n writes

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kitten-of-change · 2 months

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So i was talking with my pals on the eeby-gliscord and i found out that almost NO ONE has played the pokemon MMO

so here i am. rambling about it, becuase i need more people to know about it

so like..... the game was apparently made in 2004 by some very passionate dudes. It took from 1999-2004 to be fully developed and for the first release to come out.

One thing that was notable was the fact it was a once buy game, you didnt need a subscription to keep yuor account active, the downside being is that you had a limited amount of playtime for one week (the devs needed to save on bandwith and the like). That said you couuuld pay for a subscription for stuff like early access to the updates, a general prestigue on your social status within the game, higher drop rates (but only on the cosmetic items), adn the ability to play as long as you wanted.

The gameplay was by far the best part. You had a selection of starters to pick from, i think the game launched with 3, but when the final update released it was a total of 24 (that 8 times as much!!!)

once you picked your starter you would play AS THE POKEMON. that was the main selling point, playing as the pokemon. It was honestly amazing for me, given.... yknow.

Now, this game apparently had a bit of controversy, since there were no humans in any area int he map.... and the gamplay consisted of going through the overworld, entering towns, making a guild with your pals..... and exploring dungeons...

People called the game a ripoff of Pokemon mystery dungeon for this reason, even though there were a LOT of things different. There was ACTUAL equipment, and crafting, adn a skill tree to unlock more pokemon moves, where you leveled up by gaining experience for beting mobs!

But the most damning evidence for it not being a ripoff was the other selling point. Being able to SWITCH YOUR POKEMON SPECIES.

yeah. Basically you gained these "species points" for completing dungeons, and you could use them to unlock new species! To evolve a species you had to gain evolution points from overworld bosses, not the dungeon ones.

And going back tot he equipment, the equipables were determined by type, and the synergies you could make if you were a pokemon of two types.... damn the amount of just, things you could do was genuinly incredible!!!!

....there was one problem though, you had to be in a town to change your species. whihc meant you could sometimes run into incredibly bad scenarios.

....BUT

by completing one of the LONGEST QUESTILNES IN MMO HISTORY, you could... unlock.... MEW!!!

whihc had the unique skill: transform!

It was so broken, i beat so many goddamn PVP battles with elisa and dominic thanks to this.

Havengald. that was my name on that game. Havengald.

The game was called Pokeventures Online, btw. Im pretty sure its shut down now, but feel free to prove me wrong.

Now excuse m while i just lay and sleep on mah beeed

#pkmn irl #kittenofchange #irl pkmn #mew pokemon #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #//yet more references tot he original mew like me #btw the game played very much like world of warcraft #or #something #i dunno i dont play MMO's

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mrbexwrites · 9 months

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Thoughts on Beta Readers

Apologies in advance if this turns into a bit of a ramble; I've had a lot of thoughts in my head, and I needed to somewhere to formulate them into a coherent stream.

I made this writblr page about a year ago after realising that I have written loads of stories, but never really thought about sharing them. I still don't know what I'm ultimately going to do with any of them- I don't think I have the skills/fortitude to go through Trad or Indie pub, nor the stamina and/or headspace for self-pub and trying to be my own hype/marketing person just doesn't appeal to me.

I like the writing part of writing; not so much anything else, as anyone who has seen any of my other posts will attest to! I think in just about every post I've ever published, it's just me grumbling about editing!

Anyway- sorry, I digress (in my defense, I did say that this would be a rambling post, so you only have yourself to blame if you've made it this far into my diatribe!). I've only been brave enough to share snippets of my WIPs through tag games, and everyone who had liked, commented or reblogged something- has given me that little dopamine spike and helped me find some courage to share my work.

I put out a call for beta readers, and some amazing people have taken the time and effort to read something that I've written.

I'm not a confident person, and I really worried that my story was garbage. I think I've stared at the documents so many times, that I could no longer see the woods from the trees. There were bits that I wasn't happy with, but couldn't figure out why. I was worried that I didn't have enough research under my belt to handle sentitive topics. Some sections felt too heavy, or dull. I found my own writing boring, my characters bland, scenes didn't gel, action felt disjointed etc etc.

Basically, I was in a bit of a tailspin, or a slump, a funk...and I didn't know how to dig myself out of the hole that I'd managed to clamber into. Normally, when I finish a WIP, it's done, and I don't do anything with it. It just stays in my docs folder, and backed up to an external hard-drive.

Rather than just continuing to stare at a document for hours, wondering what to do, I found my beta readers, and sent my first draft over to them (hoping that I'd managed to find all typos- lol, that didn't happen. Typos still managed to escape me -_-' )

I've seen several posts on my dash from folk complaining about interaction and the writblr community. My posts don't get a lot of engagement, which is fine (not trying to join a pity party- just stating facts!) but I've found that the interaction that I do have from followers, mutual or random folk has been really meaningful.

I've gone from dreading sharing my work, to being excited to post snippets, and being tagged in games, getting to see what everyone else has been working on. (I appreciate that I'm a bit of a hypocrite, as I'm not very good at engaging with others on this site- I worry about coming across as a complete weirdo creep, and I struggle to find new ways of saying 'omg, I love this, show me more' in the tags! Or to think of asks to send, even though several people diligently send me asks every week! I'm trying to get better, I promise!)

Sorry- rambling again. I just...adklsdfgskhdfh

I'm honestly gobsmacked by the effort that my beta readers put into my WIP, and the kind comments, feedback and suggestions that they've made. I genuinely believed that I would get ' meh, it was okay' in the best scenario that I'd worked out in my head. Their engagement and feedback has been so helpful and I appreciate it so much.

It's helped me identify the sticking points that I was having, why I was unhappy with some scenes, characters etc etc. They have really helped me take that step back, and re-evaluate things, rather than just staring at the screen and feeling like a deer in the headlights. I was so worried/scared about sharing an entire WIP, but it's been worth it.

So, if anyone is in the same boat as me- scared to take the plunge- dip your toe in the water. Share snippets, work up to finding a beta reader or two, get outside input, rather than just sitting and staring trying to work it out on your own.

There are a lot of people out there willing to share their knowledge, and help you get the most out of your story.

Special thank you to @sam-glade and @at-thezenith for taking the time to give me such thorough feedback. I honestly can't thank you enough for your input and comments.

I'm going to stop rambling now, before this gets any more unhinged!

TL;DR- don't be a little writblr gremlin, lurking in the shadows. Engage with the community, and because they're awesome, they'll help you out!

#talking to myself #beta readers #writblr #i'm just so grateful #I know I'm gushing #and i'm sorry #but #aasdjkf #i'm so overwhelmed and thankful #it's been nice to get such helpful feedback #my beta readers deserve all the puppies and kittens in the world for how much they've helped me #you guys are awesome #thank you so much #seriously tho-can't believe the typos still slipped through #and the missed character name change #ugh #that one annoys me especially

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Hello, it's me again:3

Can you write some hcs for Luchino (hunter) x s/o? I know you mostly write about his surv identity, but his lizard form wasn't on the "characters that I will not write for" list, soooo...

Since Luchino likes summer and warmth, maybe he and s/o can spend some time outside together? Yk, sunbathing or reading together under the shade of a tree or something like that:D

Hope this request will be ok, but anyway, have a nice day!

nice to see you requesting again !! ☺

also ofc! i'm not limited to only professor luchi - i hope you like this set of hcs🤲💕

luchino diruse spending time outside with his s/o hcs 🦎

luchino is a big fan of outdoorsy activities!

as much as he likes the tranquility and dim lights of his laboratory, he still enjoys the fresh air and the hot weather outside

regularly sunbathes during the summer, but he does it far away from the manor - he would be deathly embarrassed if someone saw him

one time you stumbled upon him sunbathing, laying stomach down on a log and sleeping in the sun

...needless to say he was very embarrassed and shy when he woke up and saw you staring even though you just found it absolutely adorable😭

after his transformation, his clothes tore and it's literal hell trying to find fitting shirts and pants which often makes him feel insecure

and here's when violetta comes to the rescue >:)) !! she made him big, oversized hawaiian shirts out of old summer printed tablecloths for the warm weather and he loves them so much

knows a lot of nice lakes where you two can go for a swim when the heat gets unbearable

he's incredibly good at swimming! it seems weird considering he's a lizard after all, but he was a good swimmer as a human and his lizard abilities just improve his skills a bit more

likes diving and finding various shells, stones and other trinkets at the bottom of the lakes or the sea and brings them to you

if you mention to him that you feel too insecure to wear shorts, swimming suits/pants/two-pieces etc. he's going to do his best to reassure you - he doesn't understand how can you be so harsh on yourself and wants you to feel as pretty as he sees you💕

otherwise loves seeing you wearing summer clothes! always compliments your outfits and tells you how cute you look

big fan of exploring outside - whether it's for research or out of curiosity, it's always two times as fun when he's exploring with you

when you two get tired from all that walking and swimming he suggests curling up near a tree or something

it's a very funny scenario - he prefers the sunlight over anything while you love being in the shade, so he usually sits in the sun and his huge frame gives you enough shade to comfortably lay down between his legs without the sun roasting you

sometimes he just gets tired of the sun so he agrees to lay in the shade with you and read,,

loves when he lays his head in your lap while reading and you scratch his head or gently stroke the side of his face <33 (also he has a pair of reading glasses and it's so fucking funny since they look so small and weird on him)

he also managed to snatch some ice cream/shaved ice from the hunter's side of the manor (bonbon has an ice cream machine option!) and bring them during your walks together

due to his long tongue he eats his ice cream really fast and then snatches a bit of yours when you aren't looking 😭😭

you two often just give up on planning what outdoor activities you'll do and just lay in the warm grass together, if you know how to make flower crowns that's another plus bc he looks adorable with one !

your laying in the grass often just becomes napping together cuz he curls up to you and you two fall asleep while spooning

it's kinda hard for him to kiss you properly since he doesn't have lips so he uses his tongue to kind of?? gently (yet very quickly) touch your cheek or whatever with it like a chameleon (he does it and then when you flinch he acts like he didn't do anything smh wholesome bastard!!!!!!)

while walking he often picks you up and sits you on his shoulder (this is just me projecting on every buff idv character at this point)

his chest is like a soft block of ice it's the best thing to lay on🙏🙏he's also built like an enormous inverted tortilla chip which makes things better

absolutely abuses the fact that his tail is prehensile and uses it to grab you and throw you right into his arms he's smooth as hell

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #idv x reader #identity v x you #idv luchino #identity v luchino #idv evil reptilian #identity v evil reptilian #evil reptilian #luchino diruse #luchino x reader

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cureblogging · 2 months

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Highlights from these unearthed fic notes include:

The fusion girl is nicknamed "Bright Eyes" because Akko's stark red-brown eyes and Diana's icy blue ones, rather than blending into purple (which past me thought was boring), sort-of "cancelled" each other out into a golden yellow instead

Lotte and Barbara tried to come up with a mix of the two's names but they both were "ok no this feels weird these all sound like ship names" but Amanda comes in and is like "'sup Bright Eyes, here's a snack I stole from the pantry" and the nickname sticks.

A lot of these notes are just hypotheticals for how a person made up of both Akko's and Diana's memories would react to... existing like that, because from what I can tell past me didn't want Bright Eyes to be just the two of them, but rather her own person

Surprisingly, there's something here about the possibility of exploring some sort of body dysmorphia/dysphoria? The fusion doesn't like seeing herself in the mirror at all, partly because she feels like it would be a breach of privacy on both Diana and Akko, and partly because she doesn't recognize herself in her own reflection and that breaks her brain a little

There's an outline for a really heart-rending scene where Bright Eyes, testing her spellcasting skills, taps into both Diana's knowledge and control of magic and Akko's sheer creativity and showmanship and improvises a whole routine based on their memories of Chariot's magic show, but then she realizes it's something she can only do while they're merged together and it's a bit bittersweet

And yep, I can confirm that Amanda develops a crush on her (and Sucy has a field day laughing at her about it). It's too complicated though so a crush it stays.

But then plot happens. Chariot is desperately trying to figure out how to get her two girls back and contacts Croix about it, and since Croix can't come back yet she recommends a group of technomancy experts who did work tangential to hers

These end up being the villains of the story because they realize the fusion is being held together by a branch of the Yggdrasil running right through her and are like "oh shit we've been trying to find a way to fuck around with the tree all this time but the magic always escapes us. But this kid is just carrying a piece of the tree inside her. This is an opportunity of a lifetime" and decide to experiment on her a little before unfusing the two.

This is, obviously, unethical as all hell and does mess up Bright Eyes real bad, but fortunately Chariot and the girls manage to stop the bad guys and Croix (who looked a bit more into the technomancers and realized they're shady af) succeeds in making the "fission" machine do what it's supposed to. Akko and Diana are back. Absolutely wrecked, but alive. Bright Eyes is no more

there's nothing else beyond this point but I vaguely recall there being an epilogue about the emotional fallout of the adventure. Akko and Diana rediscovering themselves and their relationship, Amanda lowkey mourning Bright Eyes, stuff like that

Maybe there's something here, but I've been having a hard time working on my already ongoing WIPs so I'm throwing this out there as it is. And if it inspires anyone to pick this up and write something inspired by it, that's the best case scenario. Hell yeah

#babs' musings #little witch academia #lwa

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nazmazh · 4 months

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I think I've realized why I've taken to Lethal Company moreso than I have other "Definitely needs to be multiplayer"/collaborative games (Yes, you can try to play LC solo, just like Minecraft, all the zombie survival base-builders, etc. But they all work best with a group):

Because my schedule's rather asynchronous with a lot of my friends, I'd pop in when I'm able, but in the meantime my friends would have developed so much more of the base/tech tree/etc. Which is great for getting geared up and running out to do things, but it's so easy to feel completely left behind, and have utterly no idea what's going on with new mechanics, or just not having gained the personal experience/skill to equip to you do things in the world like they are. Plus, like, it just feels kinda bad to show up, grab a bunch of gear, help for like, 1, maybe 2 best-tier available things, then not help again until they're several tiers down the road - You're just mooching gear and appearing occasionally, y'know?

Lethal Company has a built-in mechanic (unless you're using specific mods) that after a certain point, the loot quota will become impossible to meet. Total party wipes - complete ones, not just a lost round, though those happen too and are fine - happen at some point, and the game is reset - All the new gizmos you had are gone. What little decor there is to the base gets wiped out.

This means you jump back in and off you go again, no muss, no fuss.

And even with better weapons/tech, there's only so long you can be out in moons before the ship will leave, so your daily cycle's gonna be overall pretty similar. Plus, there's certain monsters that are just plain immune to all damage and can fuck up even the most experienced of salvagers - Your coil-heads, your ghost girls, etc.

Even discounting them, the traps, hazards, and regular monsters can still end you very quickly - You don't get any extra health/defense ever. No immunity to lightning or quicksand, and a bracken or balaclava worm can still mess you up if you don't notice them in time.

So basically, there's only so much anyone can do to gain better equipment in this game, and personal skill and familiarity with the game are helpful, they're not complete protection against what the game throws at you. You're expected to die frequently. Everyone is. It's not a huge deal if/when you do.

Also - The whole use of cycles means that the gameplay loop only lasts so long - One day's visit to a planet at a time. Then 3 days before you have to sell items and get a new quota to meet.

Plus, like my current ongoing-staple, Dead by Daylight, once dead, you can spectate your friends and cheer them on - Bonus, your other dead friends join you in doing this. Meaning you can take a quick break if you'd like, or have something to do while waiting for next round [Okay, yes, you theoretically might want to stick around and watch to cast a vote to JUST LEAVE, but it's not super-common that we've encountered scenarios where that was necessary] -- Also, the orbits between rounds mean that you can take a break without hampering your friends, everyone can be ready to get going before you start - Something that's not really possible in real-time/persistent games).

Actually, the group I'm in has been having a lot of fun with doing low-gear runs, since that's going to be the default state of many runs - We'll get a ton of flashlights, and the teleporter to recover bodies/the occasional emergency evac. And that's usually it - We might get a handful of shovels here and there, to varying degrees of success. We've started using ladders for certain pain-in-the-ass fire exit ledges.

But almost nobody uses walkies, because that tends to get us killed as often as not because of the noise - Or you have to shut them off preemptively, which means they're not helpful anyway. And I say this as the team's most frequent ship-duty guy. If monitoring, I can usually get doors and hazards from the monitor screen and hopefully send codes when necessary.

Limited gear makes it easier to replace when you have a crew of like, 8+ people at any given time (because if you're playing this game, you really, really should be playing with a mod that lets you have an utterly ridiculous number of crew and get everyone in on things). Having that many people contributes further to the overall slapstick mood/feel of the game.

Anyway, yes, TL;DR: - I've been loving Lethal Company. And I think I'm understanding why this game is clicking for me while cooperative survival/base-building stuff hadn't been.

Can't wait for more content (might have to take a shot at modded new moons/facilities, perhaps).

#Lethal Company #Video Games #Multiplayer Games #Collaborative/Cooperative Games

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fangirlstorycreator · 10 months

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Hey Bestie 🖤 I thought about a enemies to lovers scenario with Valek. Let's say we're the daughter of a vampire hunter and our father is telling us really bad things about them especially Valek and one night when we're patrolling something happens that we're kind of trapped with him and have to work together and we talk and realize that vampires aren't that evil. And when our father comes to our rescue we help him get away but he comes back visiting us cause he can't stop thinking about us. 🥺 Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 Love you 🖤

I am more than happy to write this for you bestie 🤗 apologies for the delay 🤗 love you too 💚💚💚 Part 1

Being the only child of the best vampire hunter around was not as cool as it may seem, especially the way your father was with explaining how the world was. Anything that wasn't human he pretty much hated and tried to pass on that hatred to you, but thankfully, you weren't anything like him. You didn't think of the vampires and werewolves as an evil species, just because they were difffent and had diffrent ways to living than us humans didn't make them evil. Vampires didn't hunt humans, and if they ever did, it was because someone from my fathers hunting groups would attack them, and they were just defending themselves. You had seen how vampires and werewolves behaved when you observed them while out on patrols, and apart from protecting their families or territory, they weren't seeking out a fight and it was obvious from where you were standing, that this war between them and the humans, all started with us.

You were skilled in the art of weaponry and fighting skills, so you were able to defend yourself against many foes, so patrolling with others wasn't a problem, until this evening. Your father had called you into his tent to talk to you, he said there was a chance of a vampire close by that was in the trusted circle of Jan Valek. Not knowing who he was, your father explained that Valek was the oldest and most evil of the vampires, he was the one who started the vampire race, and he was your fathers main target. Your father wanted you to prove yourself to him and the other men, by going yourself and bringing this vampire back to be questioned about Valek, and possibly find out his location. You were a little weary of this task, you and your father didn't exactly have the best relationship, and your trust in him wasnt very strong.

But if you brought this vampire back, it could mean the start of a bond between you both. You agreed to do it and he gave you a map of the place you needed to go, you grabbed your weapons and left the camp immediately on your horse. It took nearly 2 hours for you to reach the place on the map, and because it was dark, it was much harder to recognise where you were going. Eventually, you find the place your looking for, its hidden amongst this forested area that was dark and made you feel very nervous. You climbed off your horse and started moving through the trees, being as quiet as you could. Stepping over large tree roots and crunchy leaves, you make your way to the spot on your map, until you suddenly stop in your tracks, when you hear voices up in front. You kneel down and move slowly forward, making sure not to be seen as you hide behind a massive bush next to the root of a large tree. That's where you can see infront of you, 2 figures talking in the moonlight, one is very short and fits the description your father told you about, that was the vampire you had to bring back.

But the other one...he was much more different. He was incredibly tall, at least 6 1/2 ft. He had black wavy hair, long fingernails and eyes as piercing bright as the moonlight.

The other vampire was groveling to this dark figure, like he was a god in his eyes. "My lord, the other vampires have managed to hunt and catch 6 deers in the forest tonight" "That's good, that will feed many of the others back in our castle. Good work" "Oh thank you master Valek" Valek? That was Valek? You couldn't belive it! He was right there infront of you, the very first vampire! And yet...despite your fathers warnings, fear wasn't the emotion you were feeling. You had observed the conversation between these two, and you didn't feel like they were a threat at all. This Valek guy was understanding to this vampire and it seems he has the interests of his people at heart, not threatening at all, he's strong enough to take on an army of humans, and yet him and his kind don't hunt us.

You didn't want to do this, you didnt want to take this vampire hostage, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didnt want to be a vampire hunter. It was a role that was forced apon you as you grew up, you just saw it as good survival knowledge, but you never wanted to hurt people. This vampire walks away and heads in the other direction, leaving Valek in the clearing, deciding not to take it any further, you try to back away and go back the way you came. You managed to get a few feet away before a twig snapped under your feet, and that was a big mistake. Within seconds, Valek used his super speed to run straight over to you and pin you by your throat against the tree, his low growl is all you hear as he stares at you with those piercing eyes of his. "Who are you human? What are you doing hear?" "I'm sorry, I was just leaving. Let me go" "Not until you tell me what your doing hear, who are you?!" "I said let me go!" He gets angrier and lifts you up again the tree with his hand, making you hover off the ground, he isnt quite choking you, but with his strength, he's able to keep you there.

"The only humans who come hear, are the ones who try to hunt my kind! Are you one of them? If so, why are you hear alone? Or is this some sort of suicide mission?" "I was sent alone ok! I was sent to find that vampire you were with and get info but I changed my mind!" "You seriously expect me to belive you just changed your mind? Was it because you saw me there and you knew I could rip your throat out before you took a step towards my loyal subject? Why should I trust this change of heart?!" "Think what you want! But you wanted the truth and I told it, it's your choice if you dont belive me! So if your going to kill me just get it over with!" You close your eyes as the fear washes over you, Valek can see how terrified you are, but he also had many vampire gifts, and one of them was being able to know if someone is telling the truth, and that's what he saw before you closed your eyes. He takes a breath and drops you to the floor, taking a step away from you as you sit up and try to take deep breaths to calm yourself back down.

"So human? Why this change of heart? Why did you decide not to take my subject?" "Because I'm sick of this" "Sick of what?" "THIS! All of this with the stupid pointless war! I didn't want anything to do with it in the first place, but I took this mission in hopes of trying to mend something that probably isn't even there!....." Tears start to fall from your face due to fear and frustration from the whole situation. "I-I tried to do it, I tried to go through with this mission but when I saw you and him, I don't know I just-I didn't understand why my race is trying so hard to destroy yours, and I hate that we are. I'm so sick of this b#llsh#t, I didn't want to take an innocent vampire.....why are you just standing there? Why didn't you just kill me?!" He stares down at you, there is no anger, no fury, strangely, there is a look of slight understanding. "I know you are telling the truth human, I can see it in your eyes, that is why I am not going to kill you" "What? That makes no sence?" "Go...and never come back" He starts to walk away from you, but you stand up and try to follow him "Wait! Why would you!-"

Your words are cut off by a rumbling and a shake in the earth, it startled both you and Valek, leaving you both confused. Before either of you have a chance to ask what it was, the ground beneath you breaks and falls from under your feet. You both fall through the earth and down into the darkness of this pit below, it's so dark you cant see anything as you scream through your fall. It's only a few moments before you suddenly fall onto a hard surface and completely hit the floor, smacking your head on the ground too. The pain is all to much, and is causes you to pass out....

You awaken some time later by a tap of your shoulder and the voice of Valek. "Hey? Are you alright? Can you sit up?" He slips his hand underneath your back and helps you to sit up, it's still dark, but it's not so dark that your not able to see your surroundings. "Hhsss! Ow ow" "Careful there, you've got a nasty bump on your head. Come on, take my hand" He delicately takes your hand and helps you to your feet, you even have a little wobble when you feel like your feet are about to collapse, but he grabs you and holds you against him so you dont fall. For an extremely tall and powerful vampire, he's surprisingly gentle, especially as you thought earlier that he was going to kill you. Still holding you, you look up to meet his gase. "Thanks, I guess my legs were a little weak from the fall" "Its alright, are you able to stand now?" "Yeh, yeh I'm fine" he slowly let's go of you as your able to get your footing, then you brush off the dust from where you fell, that's when you take in your surroundings for the first time.

"What the hell? What is this place? Do you know where we are?" "I don't, I've never been this below ground before, it looks almost like a hidden tunnel system" "Tunnel system? Wait a second!" You reach into your back pocket where that map was that your father gave you. It was a very old one that had a dusty like background against the main drawings, like a map behind the map. You looked closely and you could see the words 'tunnel system' and it had very faint lines where you could make out where you were. "Look at this, this part hear on the map has a sign, an animal sign, there are diffrent ones all over the tunnel pictures. If we can find a sign in hear, it may tell us where we are" You and Valek start looking around the walls and the floor to see if there was anything of use to you. "Hey, over hear" Valek says calling you over to a wall, where he was pointing to a carved our picture of a bear. "A bear..a bear...ah! There it is! We must be hear on the map you see?" "Your right, so if we start heading in this direction it should lead us to an underwater cave. And at the edge of it looks like a cave entrance, so a way out" "Alright, let's head this way then shall we? I doubt you want to stay stuck with a human for any longer than you need too" "Well it wouldn't be as difficult if I didn't have to call you human" "....Y/N, my names Y/N" "Ok Y/N...lead the way"

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jan valek #jan valek x reader #our majestic vampire king 👑

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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okay pea, you got me 😔 i saw your event and kept meaning to enter it but i have remembered now and i am HERE for it 😤

(also wow i am just in awe of your writing skills and the ability you have to do this stuff consistently, i could NEVER you are so impressive 😩)

anywho, as i am requesting it looks like a drabble slot is open so that is what i would like 🤲 and the character i would like is Oikawa

plot is as follows (bit of personal rant incoming -sorry- it shouldn't be anything overly triggering, but worry about the future incoming)

i just graduated high school a little over a month ago (🥳) and while i am so excited to get out into the world i am also TERRIFIED and i have super high expectations for myself, none of which are being met and it's definitely hurting my self-esteem and self-worth. i look up to people like oikawa bc even though they struggle to get to where they want to be in life, they still seem to have direction, y'know? i have vauge ideas of what i want to do, but even those i can't reach immediately due to personal circumstances (mainly my mental health) and it's really starting to bother me.

so if i could have a scenario where oikawa and reader are just talking and he's able to reassure her that it's okay to take her time to figure out things and that she doesn't have to be out there being productive and at the top of her game 100% of the time for people to love and care about her?

(i also don't care if it's written romantic or platonic, but i am the world's biggest sucker for slow-burn friends-to-lovers so platonic with romantic undertones (if that makes sense) is just 😩👌👌👌)

hope this wasn't too long xoxo

take care of yourself pea, and i hope we can start chatting again like we used to :) 💞💞💞

ahhhh i was sooo thrilled to receive an entry from you! i am more than glad to be able to write for you :) i hope this makes you feel better and sorry for the delay! i made sure to finish all matchups first before doing the others. i will send you asks again so we can start chatting! i miss ya, hope you're doing well :)

ps: barely edited. i wrote this past midnight lmao goodnight

Perched right below an old century tree and on top of the hill overlooking the humble prefecture, the stretch of land with ant-like residents going by their day makes you feel insignificant. You are but a small percentage of the population. Your actions and decisions in life barely make any difference, you know that for sure, and yet you are worried of being aimless and useless.

"I got you both vanilla and chocolate 'cause I don't know what mood you are in right now. I remember you telling me before that the flavor you prefer varies in your mood," Oikawa notices his words quickly passing through your ears. A light scowl is on your forehead as you stare at the field below the hill. He asks, sitting next to you. "You okay?"

The slight bump of his arm against your skin snaps you back to reality. Right, it's summer after high school graduation. Oikawa and you had a silly deal of meeting each other every Wednesday at the start of summer. Why wednesday, you ask? The pretty boy argued that wednesday is the dullest day of the week and the only way to keep his energy up throughout the week is to meet you. It would have sounded romantic if only you're not best friends with him.

"I am thinking of strawberry or caramel." You give him a monotonous reply just to tease him but it turns out he failed to catch on your stunt as he instantly hurries to get on his feet.

"Oh, okay. I'll get that for you."

"No, Tooru." You stop him from getting up, a soft smile finally makes its way to your lips. "I was kidding. Vanilla or chocolate sounds good."

"You sure?" He cocks an eyebrow and you nod in reply. As he sits back comfortably on the dry grass, handing you the ice cream, without missing a beat, he questions. "Why the long face? Is there something wrong?"

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" That's one of the many things why Oikawa has you wrapped around his fingers. Many may know him as a great volleyball player but only a few gets to witness this side of him. He isn't selfish like how some would assume him to be, in fact he's the most selfless person you have met. He puts his concerns aside when he senses that the people closest to him are in a trouble state.

"We've known each other for years. It's easy to read you. I can do it with my eyes closed." He prides hence making you chuckle.

"Really? Do it." And Oikawa does it. He shuts his lids and turn his body to face you. His free hand lands on your shoulder then on top of your head. He mutters, "You are thinking of something... something very important. Am I right? I should be." His lids unravels and your eyes met with his'. A gentle smile pulls the corners of his mouth before he ruffles your hair. "Say it or forever hold your peace." He says, eyes darting to your ice cream cone. "And your ice cream is melting."

Your hand straightens your unruly hair before unwrapping the paper around the ice cream cone. In a hushed voice you asked. "How are you always so sure of what you want despite facing downfalls?"

"Downfalls? Like what?" His eyes wandering on the land below the hill.

"Like losing to Karasuno in the tournament. You have always wanted to win the nationals but you graduated without reaching your goal."

"Ouch." He dramatically cuts you off by clutching on to his chest.

"But you are back on your feet, unwavered by your defeat. How do you do that? How do you know which step to take after a loss?"

"Do you know what I do?" Oikawa side-eyes you, licking the remains of ice cream on his bottom lip. "Come, face me."

You oblige. You turn your body to face him and his tender eyes land on you. In your plain of sight you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. The soft rays of sunlight touching the ridges of his face and the gentle blow of the wind carrying the strands of his hair into a graceful piroutte compliments the breathtaking view on the hilltop. How wonderful it is to love a person as entrancing as him.

His fingertips lightly grazes on the skin on the side of your face as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear. He touches you like a vulnerable piece of art and he looks at you like a memento from the past. His mouth stretches into a reassuring smile, eyes never leaving you before bringing his hand to your forehead. And unexpectedly he flicks your forehead without mercy resulting you to tip your head back.

"Aw!" You rub the spot where his finger landed.

"I stop that. I stop my brain from overthinking the past; it is something I can't undo so why dwell on it? There are countless circumstances where in things don't go as planned, you know that, and in those moments I feel lost. I don't always know what to do next, who does anyway? But I am certain of one thing, volleyball. I know I want to continue playing but what comes out of it is still a mystery to me. We can't plan everything and expect everything to come true. You will only get disappointed if you think that way. Likewise, if you expect yourself to know everything all at once and be productive every single damned day, you will miss living life. Living life doesn't only mean planning and reaching your goals, it also means wednesdays and ice creams. If you look far ahead in the future, you will miss the joy of the present. Like how you're hanging out with a very handsome boy who is the best in volleyball, and how your ice cream tastes good." Without consent, he takes a big bite on your ice cream.

"Hm, that is delicious. I should get that next time." He finishes his rant by licking the softened ice cream on the cone he is holding. Opening up to a person has always been a struggle for you and often times you feel ashamed of letting someone into the corners of your disorderly thoughts; but with him, you're glad you let him break your walls.

As a revenge you take a bite on his ice cream hence taking him by surprise of the proximity between you the two of you. As you pull back to savor the sweetness of the sugar and cream and grinning at him triumphly like a kid. However, you catch a sight of a stock-still Oikawa.

"W-what?" You asks and he looks at you with wide eyes. His cheeks are powdered in light pink.

"I had a crazy thought." He replies.

"What is it?"

"I bit your ice cream and you did the same to me." He blinks once, brows meeting in the center.

"And?"

"That means we indirectly kissed." His statement sent your saliva to your windpipe rendering you to choke. Instantly, you feel the warmth of your body travel to your face and you're completely a mess in front of your friend. He has no idea how long you have been pinning on him and for him to say those words without a warning is cruel to your fragile heart.

You indirectly kissed him.

He didn't need to point it out. But holy shit you kissed him. Indirectly. That's the closest you can get to-

"Are you okay? I should buy a bottle water."

"I'm okay." You hold him down but still keeping your eyes away from him.

"You sure?" He asks and you stick out a thumb in response.

Once you have recovered from coughing your lungs out, you jokingly say, "If that's an indirect kiss then you took my first kiss."

"I don't mind taking your second." His smooth talk has you gripping on your emotional stability again. By instinct, you smack him on his shoulder. It is strong enough to topple the ice cream in his grip. Only the cone is left in his hand.

"My ice cream!" Oikawa screams peering at his food on the grass. "Why did you do that?!"

"You deserve it!" You scream back. Your hand gripping tightly around the cone it could almost break.

"I deserve it?!" He repeats your words, baffled as to why you made such claims.

"Y-you're clueless and I hate you for it!" You stutter between screams. Biting the insides of your cheeks, you pull yourself up to stand.

"You hate me?! Where are you going?!" He looks at you with a confused face.

"To buy a bottled water!" You stomp your way past him and he follows you through his eyes.

"I'll come with you." Before he is up on his feet you turn around to point at him. An expression Oikawa isn't sure of is plastered on your face. You are angry, he can tell that by the scowl on your forehead, but your entire face is crimson red not from anger but from something else.

"No! Stay there! Here, take my ice cream." You shove the cone to his chest and without much choice he takes it.

"I don't know what's going on. Why does this feel like a love quarrel from a famous romcom."

He mocks a line from the said movie, thus, sending more butterflies in your stomach. "Come on, babe, let's fix this."

"S-stop!" You gag.

"Oh, you don't like 'babe' as a term of endearment? How about love? Come here, my love. Sit with me and let's talk it through." He shoots a wink coupled with playful yet mischievous smile.

"You are so dumb! I-I..." You stutter and he fills in.

"You love me?"

"I hate you!" You finally storm out squeezing your cheeks with your palms.

"Our wednesday isn't over yet! Come back when you have cooled down." You hear him chuckle from a distance.

That's the thing being friends with the person you secretly have feelings for. He has no idea of the effect he has on you. The more so you are convinced not to confess. The chance of ruining your friendship with him is far greater than the opposite. There's no way Oikawa has feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend and it has always been that way. For now, you are contented of loving him from a far.

Maybe wednesdays with him is enough.

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