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kaleldobrev · 10 months

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You Make Me Happy

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader

Summary: With you doing what he believes to be an incredibly reckless thing on a hunt, Dean finally realizes how much you really mean to him

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Mutual Pining, Slightly angry Dean

Authors Note: Dean just really loves Y/N and wants them to be safe | This came out longer than I expected it to be | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

“Dean, I really, really am sorry okay? I don’t know what else you want me to say. I saw a chance and I took it.” Your heart was racing to the point that you wouldn’t have been surprised if it just busted out of your chest. You dropped your duffel bag with a quiet thud at your feet.

Dean turned to you, dropping his duffel bag onto the floor of the Bunker; the sound of the drop slightly echoing unlike yours. When he looked at you, his face was hard, and his jaw was clenched. Although he had the most beautiful green eyes that you have ever seen, despite everything that he has gone through, there was always some kind of light behind them. But in this moment, there was no light behind them – they were dark, ice cold, and his stare was like a sharp knife piercing into your skin. “Sorry? That’s it?” His voice was harsh and sounded just as cold as his stare.

You had seen him mad plenty of times before, this life would do that to you, but this was the first time that you had ever seen him mad at you. Him being mad at you was something that you’d hoped that you never have to experience; because the last thing you wanted was to have Dean Winchester upset with you. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time Sweetheart,” he continued. “You did something reckless and almost got yourself killed.”

“Oh, like you’ve never done anything reckless in your life Dean.” The minute you said those words out loud, you knew in your gut that you were in trouble. Dean stepped closer to you, not breaking the cold stare that he had on you. The tension in the room was so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife.

“I may be reckless, but I’m not stupid. What you did…that…that was stupid.” What you had done, you didn’t think it was reckless or stupid; you thought that it was pretty smart considering the circumstances.

The two of you had just gotten back from clearing a vamp’s nest a state over, and it was considered to be a relatively small one – only about three in the nest compared to the usual five plus. With Sam out of commission for the moment – who knew the common flu could make someone like Sam be bed ridden for days – you offered to go along with Dean. At first, Dean didn’t want you to come along because you really weren’t that experienced with vampires. You had taken one out a few years ago, but that was all there was – only one vamp one time; and this was going to be at least three, maybe more. You had reassured Dean that you were not a child and have been hunting for over a decade; something that he sometimes forgets from time to time. While in the warehouse where they were stationed, Dean got cornered by one of the vamps who had knocked his machete from his hand. You were on the top floor and there was a long chain next to you. You eyed the chain and grabbed onto it, your machete in the other hand and swung over and chopped the vamps head off, thus saving Dean. When you touched down, you thought how cool it was, but Dean on the other hand thought it was reckless of you to do something like that. The whole car ride back to the Bunker there were no words exchanged between the two of you unlike the usual banter you had; it was just the sounds of AC/DC.

“Dean, if I didn’t do my little swing and a hit trick back there with that vamp, you would have been dead.” He was closer to you now and all you could do was start backing up; Dean was starting to scare you a bit.

“And if that chain didn’t hold you? Newsflash, you would have been dead too Sweetheart.” There was so much anger building up inside of him. A part of him was grateful for what you did, another part was impressed that you were able to pull off something like that, but the strongest part of him was angry that you risked your life like that, not fully knowing if your little plan was going to work or not. “I’m fucking awesome! Did you see that?” You said to him, the biggest smile plastered on your face. Truthfully, when he saw you do that, he had wanted to kiss you in that moment and tell you how awesome it really looked; how superhero like it looked. But all that came out was, “What the fuck was that?” The second he said those words, your once huge smile dropped.

“I’m gonna go to my room.” You made your way around Dean. “You…you should go shower…cool off.” You suggested.

It had been a few hours since you and Dean had that weird confrontation. Dean had taken a shower like you had suggested he do in order to cool off and was now sitting on the floor of his bedroom with a beer in one hand looking through photos of the two of you. As he drank, he stopped on a particular picture; it happened to be one of his favorites and he honestly had no idea why. The two of you weren’t doing anything particularly special; it was just some random picture that Jack had taken of the two of you about a few months back. For Jack’s birthday this year, you had bought them a polaroid camera because you had wanted to teach Jack about making memories. “Sometimes humans like to take pictures when they want to remember a moment, or a particular person forever.” You had told them. The photo that Jack had taken of the two of you were of you guys sitting next to each other in the War Room, each of you with an open book in front of you on the table with Dean looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. For some reason, this was the moment that Jack had wanted to capture, and Dean had no idea why so he had asked Jack. “You looked happy. It’s like what Y/N said. Humans take pictures when they want to remember a moment or person forever. This moment was happy, and I want us to remember that.” Is how Jack responded to the question.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at the picture. “I really do look happy.” He said aloud to himself. He took a sip of his beer and moved onto the next picture. This one he knew was your favorite. In this picture of the two of you that Jack had taken, you were sitting in front of Baby. Dean was in the driver’s seat like normal with his hands on the steering wheel, while you were in the passenger seat giving him the biggest smile with one of your hands resting on his thigh. Dean had remembered that day clearly – not fully knowing why – but you and him were going to run errands in town. It was supposed to be just the two of you, and for some reason Dean was excited that it was just going to be the two of you. But you had asked Jack if they wanted to come along so they could get more experience being around people. Jack of course said yes and insisted that they bring their polaroid camera. At some point during the drive to town, your hand had found his thigh and you had given it a small pat. Dean asked Jack a few days later after seeing the picture and asked why Jack had taken it. “Y/N looked really happy. I like seeing her happy; like how I like seeing you, Cas, and Sam happy.”

“You looked happy…Y/N looked really happy.” Jack’s words echoed in Dean’s mind. “You really do look happy Sweetheart. God knows why.” Dean commented placing the photo back into the small wooden box he kept underneath his bed. “Humans take pictures when they want to remember a moment or person forever.” Yet another sentence of Jack’s that echoed in the back of his mind. These sentences, looking at these pictures of the two of you, getting unnecessarily angry after the hunt, looking forward to spending alone time with you – it was all starting to click into place for him. These pictures of the two of you and the memories that he had of you were the only things that he would have left to remember you by if you had died on this hunt. He would have lost someone that truly made him happy, and that scared him; the thought of losing you.

You were lying in bed watching TV, still slightly wet from the shower you had just taken. You were under the blankets and wearing one of Dean’s faded Motörhead t-shirts that he had given you because it no longer fit him. He was originally going to throw it out, but you had convinced him to give it to you because, “It still has some life left in it.” In which he replied, “Knock yourself out Sweetheart.”

There was a light knocking at your door. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” Dean replied. Dean was the last person you wanted to talk to right now, still slightly upset about the way he had talked to you a few hours earlier.

“Who’s me?” You asked, full well knowing that it was Dean – you recognized his voice, and his footsteps from a mile away. “I don’t know who me is.”

You heard Dean sigh from the other side of the door. “Dean.”

“Come in.” You said shutting off your TV; you had a feeling that he had wanted to talk.

Dean opened your door slowly. “Can we…Can we talk?” He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him.

“Are you going to get mad at me again?” Your question made him sigh.

“No. I’m…I came to apologize. You…you didn’t do anything wrong.” You raised an eyebrow at his weird attempt at an apology.

“You said I was reckless, that what I did was stupid.” You were confused. He was so angry just several hours earlier, not taking your apology but here he was attempting to apologize to you.

“Honestly…the way you swung on that chain and chopped his head off, it was…it was awesome.” He walked toward your bed and sat down on the edge of it. “I know you were only trying to save me. And…you did. Because, truthfully, I’d be as dead as a doornail if it weren’t for your quick thinking back there.”

“So, you’re not…mad?” You questioned.

“No, not anymore. I uh, I shouldn’t have gotten as mad as I did, and truthfully, I shouldn’t have gotten mad at all. But I realized why I was so angry before. I wasn’t angry at you. I was…” He looked you in the eyes; his eyes were no longer full of that darkness and coldness that was there a few hours earlier. “I was mad because I didn’t like the possibility of losing you.” To some, this admission may have seemed like it came out of nowhere, but not for you. For some time you knew how the older Winchester brother had felt about you; but you weren’t completely sure if it was in a platonic or romantic way. But the way he had said it, you knew that the feeling wasn’t platonic – it was romantic in nature.

“Dean.” You inched yourself toward him and placed a hand on his thigh. “You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep Y/N.” He was afraid, and you could hear his voice was slightly breaking. “I’ve lost too many people that promised me that they were going to come back that didn’t.” You knew about some of the people that he was referring to, but not all of them. Some of the people that he had just hinted at were some of the same ones that you had lost.

“Okay.” Was all you could say at first, knowing that Dean was right. There was no way you could in fact keep that promise; especially being in this life. “But I know…I know there’s one promise that I can keep.” You stated. You removed yourself from underneath the blankets and adjusted yourself to sitting on your knees, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“What’s that Sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“I can promise you that, as long as I live, I’ll always be in your corner no matter what. As a friend, family…” you were unsure if you should say the next couple of words but decided to say them, probably against your better judgement. “Romantic partner…I’ll be there, even if you think I’m not, I will be.”

“Romantic partner uh?” He asked amused, placing his hands on your hips. If someone walked in right now, they would have never guessed that you and Dean had an argument only hours earlier, and just had a somewhat emotional conversation not even a minute ago. “You make it sound so…business like.” A strand of hair fell in front of your face just then, but before you could do anything about it, Dean was already on top of it, tucking the strand behind your ear. Without any kind of hesitation, he leaned in, and so did you; your lips capturing each other’s.

The kiss went on longer than either of you probably expected; and it was the type of kiss that you weirdly weren’t expecting from someone like Dean. It wasn’t rough or lustful; it was gentle and slightly needy. You were the one that broke the kiss between the two of you – something that you thought wouldn’t happen. You looked at him for a moment, slightly brushing his cheek with your thumb. “Does this make us romantic partners now?” You half joked.

“You tell me Sweetheart. It can be anything you want it to be.” He responded.

“Romantic business partners it is.” You stated, leaning in again to kiss him. He was happy for you to of said yes, even if it was in your own weird way.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x you #dean x reader #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #reader insert #female reader #supernatural #spn

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myers-meadow · 3 months

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Hellish beginnings

Pairing: Haarlep x Raphael, budding Raphael x Tav and Haarlep x Tav

Summary: After you paid the House of Hope a visit, you were gone before the master of the house even knew you were there. Yet, you left his personal incubus Haarlep with a delightful present that they just can't wait to share with their master. Perhaps this is not the last time you entered the House of Hope.

Warnings: none. Teen and up rating. They/them used for Tav, no appearance mentioned.

Wordcount: 578

beautiful divider by @cafekitsune. If you enjoyed, please reblog or comment! It is fuel to the fire that is my love for these characters <3.

"Oh, Raphael," Said Haarlep, in sing-song tone, as soon as their master entered his boudoir. "You'd never guess which of your clients paid me a visit today."

Raphael shed his mortal disguise as he walked over to the bed. By his walk, Haarlep could tell how their master's day had been. Not that good. Not that it mattered much to them, but it was good to know.

"I'm not in the mood to guess," Raphael answered, voice thick with displeasure.

"Only your most cherished one..." They said, and their form shifted. Raphael's little mouse laid on his bed then, draped casually, erotically over the ruby sheets. Raphael, who only barely paid attention to his personal incubus, did a double take. His eyes widened. For one joyful moment, he didn't know what to say. Haarlep's grin widened.

"Really?" He then asked, with one eyebrow raised. "Tav." His tone darkened. It was difficult to tell whether he was angry, or intrigued. You very well know that entering the House was forbidden as per your contract, the consequences could be devastating. He'd so hate to have to hurt you, just as you show such promise. "That is quite the surprise."

Haarlep adjusted their position, showing off your features in a different way this time. Giddy, they tugged alluringly at the straps of their underwear. Raphael, drawn in by the sight of you, climbed onto the bed. Haarlep was quick to make room for him.

"You like it?" They asked, rolling over and showing off your backside, curving your back like a cat doing a big lazy stretch. Raphael only hummed, but watched with eager eyes.

"I cant say I haven't thought about them..."

"They were so fun," Haarlep drawled. "Desperate and mewling after just a few kisses. Too bad you weren't there."

"I wonder why they came. If they thought they could break the contract-" Raphael clenched his fists.

"Oh, not to worry, they left without even getting that far. They just had a little gander at your archive, a little poke around the place. I'm sure this is their favourite room of the house. They spent the most time here, after all."

Haarlep changed shape again, into Raphael's glamour, determined to smooth over their master's anger. They laid a warm hand on his hip, trailing fingers up and down the formal doublet. With a flick of the hand, the doublet was gone. Hunger shone in Raphael's eyes, and Haarlep knew just a little convincing would be enough. It would be fun, to have a play with someone else for a bit. To have a third in the bedroom. They were curious to see what would happen. It was one of Raphael's known weaknesses that he got too involved in mortal lives, but this one seemed special.

"Surely it doesn't have to be such a big deal... They didn't do anything bad, after all."

Raphael tutted, finding comfort in the familiar touch. He played with the chains on Haarlep's outfit, tugging the incubus closer. "Perhaps we should invite them for a formal visit. Let us see if we can't talk this over."

Haarlep answered with a wicked grin. "They admitted they have thought of you too. I'm sure they'd be willing to... negotiate."

With his head falling back on the pillow as Haarlep pushed him on his back, Raphael laughed. "Oh, the plot thickens... Why don't you show me what it was about you that had our little mouse mewling, hm?"

#raphael the cambion #haarlep #haarlep x tav #raphael bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #raphael x tav #haarlep x raphael #raphael x haarlep #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 haarlep #haarlep x reader #bg3 #bg3 house of hope #raphael x reader #these characters are new to me; this was just a lil scene that popped up in my head while playing. please be gentle aughghg <3

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dairyminki · 9 months

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– first time clubbing with boyfriend!san

fic type: headcanon

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

description: just san taking you to the club for a night out after seeing you so stressed with studying

genre: fluff (?), mildly suggestive, established relationship

warning/s: use of alcohol, pet names (if i missed anything else pls lmk!)

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is supery dupery self indulgent LMAO and as a giggly drunk myself, i'd like to have a choi san too pls!

* i would rlly appreciate it if you reblog and leave some feedbacks btw!

— !¡☆

UNI was stressing you out

all the studying had your head always drowning in books and you rarely leaving your room

your boyfriend, choi san, knew he had to do something

now, san had a lot of options in his head on how to help you take a break

bcos even if you kept insisting that you didn't need one

san KNEW that it was only a matter of time before you burst and break down

and so he surprises you while you're eating dinner with him one night,

"do you wanna do something fun tomorrow night?" "what? san, you know i can't afford to-"

"please?" he cuts you off, PLEADING

and who were you to say no to a pouting san?

you were ALWAYS a weak woman for him

"fine," you say, giving in. "what do you have in mind?"

"wanna go clubbing with me, baby?"

as soon as those words left his mouth, he sees it

sees the way your eyes sparkle with something akin to excitement and then you're blurting out,

"oh god, yes!"

the following night, san enters your bedroom after he was done getting ready

his hair was slicked back, he was dressed in a black button down shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned

a silver necklace dangling on his neck, a sliver of his chest exposed

he's wearing black slacks and a belt with silvery chains hanging on it

since this will be your first night out, he wanted to look good for you

and boy was it a pleasant surprise when he enters your room and see you all dolled up from head to toe

"well, aren't you a sight to see?" san marvels while he watches you apply lipstick

you were oozing with such allure in a dress you're wearing for the first time that san thinks he's severely beguiled with you

and so it goes without saying that his eyes never left you even until you left the house

the only time san's gaze breaks away from you was when he was driving

arriving at the club, san immediately turns to you and asks,

"hey, i know, we're already here and all but i just wanna say that if you wanna back out and go home, we still can, just say the word and-"

san knew just how much your family coddled you while growing up

and you've only started to venture out of your comfort zone when you met him

so he understands how settings like this might overwhelm-

"are you kidding me?" you gave him an incredulous look, cutting off his rambling

"i wanna get hammered!" you shout against the blaring club music

and then you were the one pulling him further inside past the sweaty bodies and the heavy smell of alcohol and the blinding neon lights

"unfortunately i wont be getting my usual today, so i'll just have a soda ," san says since he'll be driving. "but, hmm, maybe a tequila sunrise for this pretty lady right here" he tells the bartender and winks at you

you roll your eyes, your gaze shifting to the dancefloor

"can i dance…later?" you ask san

san barks out a laugh and pinches your cheek

"i won't be stopping you tonight, baby, so go ahead. tonight will be all about you," he whispers these in your ear, goosebumps trailing your skin

you haven't drunk anything yet, but you already felt hot just like that

when your drinks do came, you surprise san at how you basically drunk it in one draft

"baby, hey, hey, we got all night!" he chuckles trying to get you to slow you down

soon, one tequila sunrise became five, and you were already red from the drinks and laughter

you were a giggly drunk how cute

"i think," you slur, pointing at san and then abruptly standing that you slightly wobble due to dizziness. "i think i'm ready to hit the dancefloor"

san grabs a hold of your arm, asking if do you want him to escort you to the center but you brushed him off

you were still giggling when you walked away

while you were dancing the night away, san just keeps staring at you

watching every move you make, every smile popping out to grace your lips, and every glance you sent his way

you were mouthing for him to come join you but he shook his head

san wanted you to have your fun for now

he wanted you to let loose so badly that you'll be screaming at his face tomorrow morning for letting you drink that much

but then, deeper into the night, he starts noticing that more eyes were on you now and that your intoxicated self remained oblivious to it

san downs the remaining liquid in his canned drink, licks his lips, and leaves the bar, deciding it was finally time to join you

unaware, your dancing was starting to become bolder as you become hotter with all the alcohol coursing through your system and all the body heat emitted by everyone surrounding you

and then you feel hands on your waist

a familiar scent filling your senses and you immediately knew it was san who was behind you

you let your body become slack against his while he rocks your bodies from side to side, his hands pulling you even closer and face leaning in

you bring your hand up, caressing his face while he speaks to you in a low tone

"are you having fun, baby?" his lips brush against the shell of your ear making you shiver

you reply with a mere hum, giggling as his hot breath tickles your face

"i take it you loved my suggestion then?" "mhmm, i loveddd it san, i love youu" you mumble, smiling with your eyes closed

san chuckles at your drunk self, he doesn't really think you'll end up remembering MOST of this tomorrow

but at least you had fun

and so was he, san thinks as he smirks

later on not so subtly meeting the gaze of this one person he caught looking at you since earlier

by the time he was about to drive the both of you back home

san steps out of the car, heavily exhaling, after laying you down in the passenger seat

he needed a breather especially that he didn't expect the scenario of you grinding on him earlier at the dancefloor

san left the house with with you, hand in hand, and two of his buttons unbuttoned

and now, he comes home with you passed out in his arms and his button down shirt open

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jojo-oliver · 7 months

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my terf+transphobe blocklist

Every terf I've found. For your blocking pleasure! Under the cut

Oh fuck there's a terf in my notes! What can I do? 1. Flag on shinigami eyes browser extension. You've probably heard of this, but it's free, available on desktop. Also available on firefox mobile I think. Has been used to improperly flag people before. Trust but verify. 2. Look through "Blogs like this one" to break the reblog chains and effectively block a whole circle of them. You could also just look through who they're reblogging from. 3. Have a quick scroll for any posts that are reportable. This takes a lot more time than the other steps, but if enough people report them, and if you're reporting something that breaks tumblr's guidelines, then their account could get taken down. Win. 4. Lastly, block. OR Block first and save yourself the psychic damage. If you're on mobile, you could block first and go back later on desktop, finding them in your blocked tumblrs list, to do the rest. Do not interact! Do not send anons! Don't even give them that. Just flag, report, block, move on. Movements don't go anywhere in silence.

Please know that there aren't actually that many of them. I've noticed from going through so many, and from how they interact in my notes... I don't want to say too much because I'm starting to feel like someone's going to read this eventually. But it can be pretty clear that they have multiple accounts. Some of them are making this their full-time jobs. Just sitting on the computer and finding trans people to bully. It's pathetic and sad. If you block all of them, they just... stop existing. Because it's a small group of people. But they do make new accounts once too many people have blocked them, every... 3-9 months? Or, I imagine, once they start to notice that the site feels empty to them and they've been blocked by too many people? It's easy to block enough of them, but I do recommend setting aside some time to do this. I also recommend taking care of your mental health afterwards. When I encounter a block list from someone else, I always check out the blog before blocking, because tools like these can be used against us as well. Shinigami eyes has been used to incorrectly mark trans people before. Trust but verify. No tool is perfect. So I'm assuming you're going to check some of these blogs out too, because that's what I would do. Set some time aside to take care of yourself afterwards please. Love you.

How to put these in your blocklist quickly

The way I do it uses desktop and your phone at the same time. Or 2 tabs on desktop. The second part is to reference the usernames or look them up. Click on your own profile picture icon and on the right hand side of the screen should be this:

Click on "blog settings" at the bottom. You'll be brought to a new screen, where you'll scroll all the way to the bottom, and see this:

Click on the writing thing there and then you'll finally see your block list:

I'll find this post and reblog with more of them whenever I find them. I've never made a block list before, if I could do something better let me know <;3 If someone's changed their username DM me and I'll edit it Accurate as of 2023-10-04 ----------------------------------- -Row 1- prettyrad-ical thefemalejoker42069 sirona-ryan hard--headed--woman modernamericanbreakfast meowfem uter-us mala-santa-radfem nightdepthss radfemtiktok radfem-rage glitter-soda cordycepsfem burningtheroots meanevilandcruel floradfem radsplain terf-hands gougarfem freckled-radfem radrevoltz a-toast-to-womanhood radmista -Row 2- gentlyriseandfall acidbathcat chubbyraccoonman julzlex28 kweerphobique female-prince antiyourwokehomophobia2 quinntheestallion antiporn-activist blueipa angela-anaconda-was-a-lesbian ellaacadia opabiniawillreturn coochiequeens raccoonjesus redheddebeauty nonenosome2 gendiebrainrotreceipts cornedbeef101 kaleiddie bolshefem -Row 3- irresponsiblebirdowner 1-888-narcolepsy terfytingz strozzaprete raidenfem capricorn-season cloud-enigma-blog rad-fem-r-us butch-reidentified terf-tea antigender1 the-rad-menace paperlunamoth femailment patronsaintofvulvas goyangii femmessias2 chadradfem filianongrata -Row 4- i-eat-boiled-eggs-for-breakfast conmigonoeh daughterf radishpanda adult-human-gc-female nansheonearth ilistened2transwomen magnetictapedatastorage demonlizard noncompliantbi transmisogynyiscool goblinous radbutches radicalfembabey frankenawus femmesandhoney lavendertruffles etesienne lavendeerlesbian latina-and-rad punishthegods -Row 5- shes-unforgettable blackswallowtailbutterfly iceyrukia womantichrist faxroux femgoddess-hecate radicalitch radicalblunt chocobbunnii finnishrogue cheesyradfem the-land-of-women transwomenarestillmen catsthemewsical butchlesbianz sowhatnotcreative womens-suffrage-revival-squad -Row 6- back-not-broken friendlymathematician vulva-lacking-losers lilleisak misandristdiarist lookupmedicalmisogyny irisintel womenshallrise creatorisawoman mint-fem large-gamete-maker wordsfromthewick feministfairy libertarian-princess rad-claid-plaid cisthoughtcrime powerfem feral-radfem -Row 7- lizaganderson gynoids-over-androids localbisaster tubularfem there-are-4-lights realisticflyinglesbian femjerma earwigeater destroyerofgender scumbhag clytemnestra-was-right kronkk eternal-echoes kafkaesqueneet xrgl maleswillbemale aspiringfalseidol old-school-butch radafayscage -Row 8- makeyourownopinion gcdk ex-schizo zombierightsadvocate buildingmode2fromthesims1 sofuma feministclassicist radfemlands scumlafeccia son-of-hemera terra-feminarum natures-imperfection atmospherings belastrenchcoat sublimeobjectperson wawaenjoyer feministhetic sparklypinktutu1 -Row 9- kittens2000 spacemonkeyg78 princessterf hidetothink nobleelfwarrior ancientdriftwood 10reallybigants radfemsilv elfyprincess meetmebythe1ake genderatheist religion-is-a-mental-illness s34b4ss kurwaii zlatan-dreams radradmarivy impawsterette if-you-see-gay-me lethalyellowallele dyke-chytilova molagrunda gruncheon victoriassecretagent

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#transphobia #transphobia cw #pinned #talky tag

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taylor-swift-bracket · 25 days

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🎇Please reblog!🎇

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

You Belong With Me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're 'bout to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me 'bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me

Love Story

But I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town and I

Fearless

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something

It's fearless

Oh, yeah

Fifteen

When all you wanted was to be wanted

Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

Back then, I swore I was gonna marry him someday

But I realized some bigger dreams of mine

And Abigail gave everything she had

To a boy who changed his mind

And we both cried

Mr. Perfectly Fine

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Sashay your way to your seat

It's the best seat in the best room

Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"

So far above me in every sense

So far above feelin' anything

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

And someday, maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

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[this is mostly a repost of this chain of reblogs bc I had a few more things to add after rt.93+, wanted to have all of it in one place easy to read instead of adding one more rb to that chain, nobody talks about Lottie in general :( etc. etc.]

1] Lottie's real character

—is not the whole 'bloodlusty-sadistic-femme-fatale' persona she puts up but something close to this—

—the moment she sees a strange ragged child, a newcomer to her house on top of that, her first instinct is to go: "oh no, you are so dirty... come over here I will clean you all up."

then she goes on to console Lily for everything that happened in her life and explains why none of it was her fault—

Everyone here's gone through similar trials... but at the same time, it warps 'something' in people around you.

I am so curious about Lottie's past (on one hand, I am sad I won't ever have an answer; on the other I am happy bc I can make up whatever backstory I want for her!) because she says this as a matter-of-fact, like she (and everyone there) has experienced her share of trauma and abuse so can easily relate to Lily (also, please look at Lily's cute little adoring this-lady-is-so-cool face and her round, neatly combed mop of hair lol)

Lottie is a caring, motherly, nurturing person from her heart. This isn't even big-sisterly; she just straight up adopts a child that appeared at her doorsteps. At first, I thought her sweet character got warped after her traumatic experiences from the Tragedy of Sablier, but actually no. She still is the same, she simply suppresses it for the sake of her persona.

Because, here in Retrace 34, her first instinct on seeing Vincent beat up Echo was to confront him about it:

and she gets angry too when Vincent very coolly replies that he was taking out his pent up frustration on Echo.

However, then, she slowly relents, probably making up her mind not to interfere any more in his personal business because it was doubtless more important to keep Vincent on their side than making an enemy out of him.

annnd yet, she still voluntarily offers to accompany Zwei on her assigned mission to Sablier. because she is worried about her running off somewhere by herself. Practically a mom, I am telling you

and yeah, something else to add on here: the reason I say her Sadistic Sexy Girl persona is fake,, because she doesn't seem to enjoy the attention men 'give' her at all. two times iirc: when Vincent and Break grope at her without her proper consent, she appears highly uncomfortable. (or, it could only be dubcon at the best ig (also see: Lacie who was requested for her 'permission' in Glen's 'experiment' by the Glen himself. It is mentioned time and again that Baskervilles' can't go against the Glen's wishes,, implying her 'permission' was merely a formality))

See this, her first instinct is to irritably slap away Vincent's hand when he so much as touches her hair (Retrace 34):

But Vincent ignores her and continues to grope at her body.... with her finally giving in. Or rather, she was shown to be very shocked and annoyed all of those three panels before she abruptly switches to her 'sadist' persona.

With Break, I don't know how she would have reacted if he pressed on but since he pulled away, she went from being annoyed and uncomfortable to ending up more confused about what was going on (Retrace 41)

on the whole, I feel like on returning from the Abyss after a hundred years and finding that the Baskervilles had been replaced in the society and condemned to being barbarians and mass murderers, the survivors had to obviously collect more information about what really had happened. They had to find their master Glen as well. Hence, she assumed this persona to achieve her objectives—using her face and body to lure in possible informants. Also, when she needs to interrogate 'weaker' men, she simply uses it to scare them and get what she wants (sorry Oz, don't mean to dunk on you but you are the example here lmao). Like how Break clowns around so that people don't take him seriously. but.... that's not what she is, nowhere near what she is, and that's why she is so uncomfortable when men voluntarily make advances at her.

2] Lottie's smart observations

—because, many a time, it's because of her observations I started to think in an entirely new track.

in fact, the first time I started to pay closer attention to Jack's words is because of this panel (Retrace 27)—

Till then, I simply took it for granted that Jack Vessalius was a celebrated war hero, that Glen Baskerville was the one that caused the massacre which Jack put a stop to by killing his friend etc. etc.

But when Lottie pointed this out, I started to wonder if there was indeed something more to the whole Tragedy than that meets the eye. Well, honestly, calling a war hero a hero is in itself not all right but now when I realize what Jack was actually up to, it doesn't surprise me that he had no proper answer to Lottie's accusation here. He simply scares her off saying the Baskervilles won't be any match to B-Rabbit, to which, at the time I was reading this chapter, I went— okaaay? and what's that to do anything with anything?

He doesn't answer anything with regards to Glen because, apparently, he was trying to protect his dear friend's honor (bullshit); he says this to Glen's loyal followers as if they are gonna desert Glen or something. They stayed and still searched for him even after he gave the orders to kill everyone in Sablier so Jack, what's your point?

Next is here (Retrace 46)—

the first time I read this statement, do you know my mind directly went: oh, does this mean Vincent is the Head Hunter? Because if the Baskervilles don't know who the Head Hunter is but she is helping them out (in other words, in league with them), won't this narrow it down to Vincent? plus, he did kill Phillipe's dad (within the excuse of not wanting him to be dragged into the Abyss) with the chain which had connections to the Head Hunter case they were investigating.

But then, Vincent went on to say the Head Hunter attacked Gil too (which he couldn't have possibly done), and that he would be the one to slay her, and.... I entirely dropped that line of thought. Afterward, we went through the whole seesaw of whether or not Elliot is the Head Hunter to finally getting revealed Vincent was the true Head Hunter after all and I was like: ah, my first hunch was right after all... (ノへ￣、)

In the same chapter, here too:

Vincent (who is one of the smartest characters in the story) commends her on picking up things super fast. So does Break when she directly questions him about his words from the other day (Retrace 52):

Next, this one might be a bit of a weak argument but I think, of all people, it was only Charlotte who never fell for Jack's charms. In her past memories, it is shown that she didn't trust him at all. He enraged her, in fact. Yes, this whole scene is played off for gags but.... tl;dr, is that she questions him every time he enters their mansion without any particular permission or intention (Retrace 27)

and see here too:

She is shocked when she comes to know that Glen had let in Jack, an outsider, on to their secrets. Well, we have Jack here denying that he was at all interested in Glen's affairs but we later on realize that was not the case. That Jack was very much interested in Glen's affairs. So, Lottie's instincts ring true every time,,

(I was wondering why Lottie didn't know Jack at all since that guy has been loitering around the Baskerville Mansion since forever but that too was explained. she became a Baskerville after Lacie was cast into the Abyss, Oswald became Glen and Jack fell into his depression.)

but here, here (Retrace 87) can we talk about how smart Lottie is in this scene? (I love you, Break! but this post is about Lottie so I am gonna leave you out; I have made a separate post for you and your badass ways so there, there,)

Had it not been for Shirley, Break might have lost here, died even,, because what she says is right. He is fighting but he has not at all healed from his previous injuries (which, thanks to Vincent, got aggravated, seriously what's the sewer rat's problem?!),, so he is fighting for and with his life. Using his chain only adds to burden that his body can't take. lol, and so what a simple logic she uses-- just stay away from him by a certain distance, out of Mad Hatter's range and don't throw your chains against it either. He would self-destruct by himself ;-; Break looks so annoyed here, he must have realized that her logic would work.

3] Lottie is NOT a blind, stupid Glen fangirl/follower

As I mentioned in the 2 section, she is the only one that questions the intentions of Glen-sama's 'one and only friend' Jack who loiters about the Baskerville grounds for a lot of no reason;

similarly, she is the one who first hesitates at Oswald/Glen's actions after his taking over Leo's body and on a regret-fuelled warpath of probably more disastrous outcomes from changing the past than the Tragedy of Sablier.

Look at her, she is horrified at the way Glen killed that man, even skewering a sword through his mouth in his last moments (Retrace 81):

Yes, it is true that Pandora can not be easily cleansed of their brainwashing by Jack and misunderstanding of the Tragedy of Sablier but.... this was too ruthless and too cruel a murder of an innocent person. I think this is the first time she starts to question if Glen was really doing the right thing. (Even, I wonder if she gets flashbacks to the Tragedy of Sablier like Vincent bc she looks visibly shaken here)

Also, back in Retrace 79, she is right by Glen's side and even comically annoyed at Gil and Oz's escape and at Rufus for hiding while Raven attacked the place, so it didn't seem like she was questioning Glen at the time. Maybe, her first instance of hesitation was at Glen's immediate decision to get Gil killed, Gil who is one of them and was once Glen's valet. I don't know but she did seem to me to be a lot shaken there as well.

And not only now, back then, too. A 100 years ago. Yes, in front of Glen, it was Fang who openly questioned Glen's decision to kill all humans in and around Sablier but Lottie too was equally shocked to hear it (Retrace 27)

(Well, back then, it is true Oswald had no choice but to go ahead with killing all humans to save them from breaking away from the 100-years cycle or getting turned into chains (although I am writing a post on how a lot of the tragedy could have been avoided had he not been so passive; when I finish, I will link it here) but not in the present.)

Back to Lottie--

In the previous chapter (Retrace 26), she tells Oz that Glen's orders are absolute and the Baskervilles are 'built' to obey them. Her mannerisms show us (and Oz) that she has no remorse in killing all those people and is, in fact, super gleeful about the massacre and the role she played in it ("Aah, it feels like only yesterday", she says, as if she is nostalgic and thirsty for more bloodshed.)

However, this.... is all a huge lie.

Maybe, she thinks it will be easier to get an answer out of a hostage if she behaves cruel and threatening. Maybe, she is trying to hide her own regrets and guilt by putting up the mask of a psychopathic killer. Maybe, she feels there is no point in trying to justify their actions from a 100-years ago (something the Baskervilles themselves don't understand properly) to the citizens in the present, because, no matter what, they won't understand their stance and look upon them as barbarians and murderers, so it'd be as well to accept it.

Whatever be the case, the truth is: (Retrace 98)

What is this...? What exactly have we gotten ourselves into....?!

Lottie scolds Fang for even harboring a thought like one of their family has turned traitor, ultimately breaks down and cries in his arms. Plus, the Baskervilles themselves were scared of Jack and his chain-killing-chain (they didn't know it was Jack at the time) but they knew that someone, a human contractor or maybe one among themselves, had turned on them. Fang was so relieved to see Lottie alive. He feared she too might have fallen at the hands of the traitor, who had killed off many of the almost immortal Baskervilles assigned to be the messengers to and from Glen. I suppose had those messengers managed to reach Lottie and co., they would have known the real reason behind Glen's orders to kill the humans (if you see Retrace 74-pg. 29 (not adding that panel too) Glen does explain his decision to a red-hooded Baskerville, who I presume was killed by Jack on their way to the others)

Having said all this, I can't not add this panel bc this too is canon *face palm*

4] Lottie's views on living and death

This is a bit difficult to explain but there's a lot of stuff about this in spite of her few appearances (gotta read between the lines), so let's start with this panel:

while reading this for the first time, I thought she is talking about the Tragedy of Sablier. I am not so sure now. Because, although they killed lots of people, it was not for their own gain at all. It was to save those people from a fate worse than death. But, in this chapter (Retrace 25), Lottie doesn't yet know why Glen had asked them to commit the massacre so.... she must have bought the common (Jack-fed) tale that Glen wanted the Intention of the Abyss for his own gain. In a way, she is still trying to convince herself that their crimes on that fateful day were justified.

It's impossible to keep on living without hurting anybody, okay?

What I mean is this should be her own idea of life—that living is cut-throat and unfair. If we simply do nothing, then others will trample all over us and use us to achieve their own goals. Even if we try to live a life without hurting others, the same need not always be reciprocated. (which is exactly what went down between Jack and Glen jkjkgsjk but Lottie doesn't know lol)

I feel like the whole conversation hints more at her past than her days with the Baskervilles, because, even prior to that, the topic she was discussing with Oz... had nothing to do with the Baskervilles or the Tragedy. She was merely curious why Oz surrendered so fast when Ada was with him and why he wasn't fighting back right now. Thinking about it, Oz underwent a tremendous character development from a This-is-Fine, If-I-do-Nothing-I-will-be-Fine attitude to actively fighting back for his friends and family. Retrace 82, when he finally wrestles the control out of Jack's hands in spite of his constant taunting that nothing could belong to someone like Oz. In a way, he did take Lottie's advice and act upon it.

Lottie has the right hunch about most things. Remember this scene (Retrace 75):

I wonder what her life before joining the Baskervilles was like because she sure has tons of worldly experience and can easily see through people. Just like that, she offers words and advice that people (here, Oz) needed to hear.

I believe this is also the reason why her reaction to Break was quite... different compared to little Lily's outburst whenever she spotted him that they gotta kill him and get revenge for Fang.

For one, yes, she knows Fang passed with a smile on his face and was freed from his burden. She was relieved for him. But I also think she doesn't want revenge on Break because of this very principle of life. Fang died protecting Lily. It was a fair fight, a fight for life where if one even slightly falters, they are gonna get killed. It was not like Break had an advantage there; it was not like Fang was gonna go easy on Break had he given in or something,, (compared to Glen's killing of those Pandora men, where he had an overwhelming powerful chain, ig those men were mostly unarmed too idk)

And of all people, it was Lottie who finally ended that cycle of vengeance that started with Reim and Lily. Remember how it went?

Lily kills two of Reim's companions -> Reim seeks revenge and shoots Lily in the head -> Lily didn't die instead she attacks Reim -> Break arrives at the spot (coz of Vincent), jumps to conclusion that Reim is dead and seeks revenge -> in the fight that ensues Fang dies and Break gets grievously injured -> Lily wants revenge for Fang (in the meantime, Vincent reopens Break's half-healed wound from then) -> in the fight between Break and the Baskervilles, he gets even more exhausted bc of his chain (the reason he went all out was for Sharon getting slightly hit in the head btw) -> finally, Break dies but Lily isn't satisfied, she wants to cut up his body -> Reim offers her to shoot him instead bc he was the one that started it in the first place

Had Lily killed Reim here, this cycle could have gone on forever (maybe, Sharon might seek revenge next lol)

side note: from this, I realize that Break acts a lot more out of emotion than Lottie; Fang was equally important to Lottie like Reim or Sharon were to Break. Yet, she decided to put an end to the cycle of vengeance and accept Reim's offered hand of friendship. Supposing if Reim and Fang were the ones that died back then and Break lived in the end, would he have agreed to ally with the Baskervilles? I doubt...? (Another thought with no real proof is that she'd already been thinking of working with the protagonists ever since Break asked of her (remember, she was the one curious about his words) but that's a topic for another post ghjshgjs I promise it won't be shippy lol)

Back to the topic, I am genuinely surprised that she didn't hold the slightest grudge against Break. I understand allying with the protagonists for they are pursuing the same goal but she really didn't have to stop and say such a sweet prayer for his soul, a man who killed her friend after all:

May your soul return to this Earth.... once it has completed its hundred years cycle.

She is promising him to see Oz and the others through to the end in his place! Something he was regretting at the very brink of death, that he didn't have it in him anymore to continue on the path with them,, so whether he can or not hear her, this sure was a reassurance he needed to hear. (As I said before, she just..... knows what to say, she can easily see through people but I don't think it is appreciated enough ;_;)

And here comes in her views of death and the Hundred Years cycle (reincarnation) of the soul, something she takes very seriously (she should, considering they are the servants of the Abyss) and I believe she is of the view that demise needs to be respected, no matter friend or enemy. Now, do you see why she was so horrified at Glen stabbing a sword through the man's throat while he lay there dying? A close example I can give is that of Chuuya from BSD rebuking Dazai for shooting bullets at a corpse. They might have killed lots but they still know to respect the dead/dying.

This went so long--and I will go on and on about Lottie lol (I even reached the 30 image limit ig idk) so I will end here with Charlotte reconciling with her master and assuring him that she will support Leo in his place. This is the first time she has visible tears in her eyes:

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i just read the poly! yandere! light, L, misa as parents and i have a request,

how would they act if their s/o were to die during childbirth?

So I’m not sure if you want they as poly or by themselves so I’ll do both of them

How Yandere! Misa, Light, and L if their S/O died during childbirth

Misa

Misa would be utterly destroyed. The only reason she wouldn’t use the death note on herself and simply end her misery would be her child. Misa would all of herself into her child, raising them with everything they every wanted to she can sit at her darling’s shrine and say “I got this baby. I’m doing this for you and for our daughter”

The only thing she wouldn’t allow her child to do is leaving her. If they tried Misa would absolutely snap and destroy anything in her path to get her child back. If they were successful at leaving, she’d send Rem to get them back.

Light

Light has so many issues, like he was obsessed with his enemy and wouldn’t date the hottest woman ever (im a misa lover, sue me) so if someone he learned to love died, he’d use the death note to k/ll every doctor and nurse in the hospital when his lover died. If L was still in his life than that’d be how he got caught… unless he killed all of the police officers including his father.

He would raise his child without anyone else being allowed around them. Everyone but Ryuk would end up death-noted if they got too near his child.

Oh boy! L would destroy every single person that told him what happened. He’d forbid mention of it in the house and even Watari wouldn’t be exempt from his wrath if he mentioned the S/O. Being a sadistic yandere, he’d wrap the darling up in chains of words and affection but if they left the house he’d break their legs.

This man is terrifying as a yandere and i’d rather have anyone else (probably)

Poly! Misa, Light & L

Misa would scream, dropping to her knees in pure anguish. Neither of her lovers would be any better. When Light got the news he’d got on a rampage, killing criminals in every country of the world. L would help, going in between his “light kun” and his “strawberry cake” to keep them from destroying everyone in the world but them and their child

Because the three balance each other out, the child would be better off than if they were alone. Misa would temper the sadism of her lovers and L would stop the others from going to far. The child would still be pretty overprotected but together the three would be able to heal better than if they were alone

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After All Is Said and Done | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hey Jack! Can you please write a Marvin Milk (MM) x m!reader with the prompts “i wish you would have stayed” and "You think we would've learned from the past" like, maybe they broke up a long time ago and then Billy tracked reader down to help with the soldier boy & homelander situation and Maybe Marvin and Reader rekindles their old romance?

summary: Butcher is a cruel man for bringing you back into the team, and although you know that you hurt the man you loved, you couldn't deny it - you still have some sort of feelings for him.

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

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Oh, Butcher was a fucking cunt and a half for pulling this stunt; you were happy, you had moved on from The Boys and you had had time to think it through, you never wanted to return. You had a good job, good friends, you didn't worry about Supes anymore, you were estranged from the man that you used to be; and Butcher went and fucked it all up.

You resented him. He had pulled you away from everything and everyone in your life, he had destroyed it and picked it apart and talked you back into his little group, and you resented him for it; you didn't want to be there, didn't want to be near him, but you couldn't bring yourself to run off. You couldn't, when you were sitting opposite a man you used to love so dearly.

Maybe if you turned back time, maybe if things had come out a different way, maybe if you didn't hurt him; maybe if you hadn't done and said what you did, then you wouldn't be looking at Marvin like it pained you. Like it was a sword in your chest. You didn't mean to hurt him, didn't mean to make him cry and to leave; but you couldn't turn back time, and you couldn't take back the way that you had hurt him.

Yet, Marvin didn't act any differently towards you; he still offered you his lap to rest your legs on, he still scratched that spot on your back that he remembered used to itch, he still made your coffee the way you liked it. He remembered what biscuits you liked and that you liked to have a cup of coffee with your morning cigarette; he remembered everything, and it pained you that he did.

The thing that hurt you most was that he even remembered that you used to love sitting down with him and watching nature documentaries, and from the second you had arrived, he always had one playing; like he was just waiting for you to sit next to him with your head on his shoulder and your arm around his waist. Your legs stretched out and using his soft skin to warm your hands when you dipped them under his shirt; it fucking killed you.

But you weren't there to rekindle a lost romance, you were there to do a job; you were Butcher's most trusted tracker, you could find a man quicker than anyone else, and he needed you. He needed you to find Soldier Boy and to keep tabs on Homelander; that's what you were there to do, hunched over your laptop all day and night.

When, at last, Butcher was around, he decided to take over watching the screen, and before you could head out, Marvin offered to go with you; you weren't strong enough to say no, to shake your head and tell him that you were just going to grab a cup of coffee and wander around for an hour to stretch your legs. So you shrugged, and you allowed him to go with you; Butcher and Frenchie's teasing comments didn't mean shit, you shrugged them off.

Marvin payed for the coffee, even when you said you would do it; something about him owing you for agreeing to rejoin the boys. You didn't pay much attention to it. Oh, but he looked so good.

That brown leather jacket, the Wu Tang Clan T-Shirt, the faded and scuffed jeans, the trainers with soft stains on the sides of the soles, the chain hanging around his neck; he smelled of coffee and freshly sawed timber, and his beard had recently been trimmed, all neat and tidy. You wanted to swoon, to let your legs go weak and break beneath you.

Just one look, and you forgot that you had ever hurt him in the first place; you couldn't resist him, you missed him more than you cared to think, you weren't strong enough to admit that you still felt for him. The dozens of apologies you had sent over the years, the hundreds of text threads, suddenly all meant nothing; you had hurt him, and even though he had accepted your apology and promised that you would always be friends, you knew there was never a chance of being together again.

Nudging you gently, Marvin raised a brow. "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"That thing where you're trying to hide that you're worried," he pointed out. How did he know you so well even after all the time away?

"I'm not worried about anything," you murmured, shaking your head.

He scoffed, daring to drape his arm across your shoulders and pull you into his side. He was so warm, his embrace so welcoming. "Please don't lie to me."

"I'm fine," you grumbled. "What's it to you, anyway? It's not like-"

"Because I'm a motherfucker with a heart," Marvin sighed. "And I do still care about you... and I wish you would have stayed."

"I couldn't," you shook your head. "I know I hurt you, Marv, but-"

"You didn't hurt me that much," he admitted. "But you didn't need to disappear... it just cut deep, our hearts were still fucking attached. Janine still asks about you, and Monique... hurt them like Hell that you left."

"I never meant to hurt them," you admitted, shaking your head.

"I know," he nodded slowly. "But it hurts."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "No kidding."

Of course it hurt. The empty feeling in your stomach, the tight knot in the middle of your throat slowly suffocating you, the gaping wound in your chest where your heart used to be; of course it hurt. But you had no right to feel pain, not when you were the one that had caused them so much more and when you were-

"But, they understood," Marvin told you quietly. "They miss you, though... so did I."

"You missed me?"

"Yeah," he nodded again, licking his lips. "I missed you... and I mean it - I still care."

You sighed, chewing at the inside of your lip, tugging at the soft and wet flesh as you started to taste the faintest prickle of copper on your tongue. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"It's water under the bridge," he shrugged. "You did what you had to, even if... fuck, even if I did want you to stay."

"What if I stay this time?" You asked quietly, nearly mumbling. "What if I stayed?"

"I'd be happy," he shrugged, pursing his lips for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wanted to say the things he should have before you left. To tell you one last time that he did love you, really.

Would he, though? Would he actually be happy if you decided to stay? Or would he just be waiting for you to hurt him again? Would he just be on edge, waiting for you to abandon him again?

Marvin tugged you a little closer, daring to gently run his hand up and down his arm the way that he always used to when he knew you were thinking too much. "You're doing it again."

"I just... you think we would've learned from the past."

"Nah," he chuckled. "Not much to learn from this time."

You huffed, chewing at the inside of your lip. "Marv... do you actually wanna give it a go?"

"Yeah... do you?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted, shaking your head. "Can we... can I think about it?"

"You got all the time in the world," he agreed. "I'll wait."

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My Castle Crumbled Overnight

Here is a new Alex and Henry Fic inspired by Taylor Swift. My requests are open if you have any you want to submit. If you enjoyed don't forget to like and Reblog and send me any feedback you may have.

My Castle Crumbled Overnight

Henry POV:

“‘My castle crumbled overnight…

They took the crown but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one…”

The Waterloo Letters. A moment that will forever define his and Alex’s relationship, Whether they wanted it to or not this is how the world finds them. The walls of the safe castle him and Alex built have been torn down. His mind is stuck on two thoughts and two thoughts only.

1. The Crown

2. Alex

First off not only is it the crown, it was his family, and the whole country of England. How could he have let this happen, let his family down, but did he truly let them down by taking directions from his heart. And his heart led him directly to thought number two, Alex. His Alex, the person he was slowly falling in love with, the person he wasn't sure he wanted the world to know about. But when you live a public life (whether he wanted to or not) there are no such things as secrets.

Alex POV:

“Bridges burn, I never learn

At least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughing with my lover

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night”

Alex Should know better. He was reckless when it came to almost everything Prince Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart-Fox, he was careful when it came to protecting his heart. The memory of that day after his polo match when they were still figuring things out is burned into his memory.

“Prince Henry Belongs to Britain. Henry Fox has to belong to himself or else he’ll vanish. ‘Can he ever belong to someone else?’ Only momentarily.”

And Alex barged his way in and made him belong. And somehow he doesn't regret it one bit. He also thinks of all the wonderful memories he has made with Henry from the start of their forced friendship, to a new years kiss, to polo watching to making love in Paris. He Did one thing right, falling in love with Henry and barging his way in, and even if it was momentarily Alex has never regretted it once. He hopes to God that it is more than a moment And he knows on the other side of the world Henry’s eyes are lighting up the English night and he hopes he will guide him back to Henry.

“I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck

Chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I

Before all hell breaks loose Alex and Henry finally give each other a physical reminder of their love. Alex gets to wear the initials of the one he loves on his finger because he was let into Henry Fox’s life for more than a moment and he has really gotten to know him. I recall late November, holding my breath

Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)”

Before they Both know it Ellen’s election day comes and Henry has to keep reminding Alex to breathe. Behind closed doors Alex says to Henry “I know it will be what it will be, but would you wanna run away with me if we don’t turn Texas?” Henry just shakes his head with a small chuckle “Yes” without hesitation flows from Henry’s mouth. Before Henry Can continue Alex notices a glint of color with Henry’s navy blue suit.

“Your Tie–” “Oh. Yes,” he says, “yellow rose of Texas, is it? I read that was a thing. Thought it might be good luck.”

In the end they did turn Texas and happened to Run away to Texas too.

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Red, White and Royal Blue by: Casey McQuiston Call it what you want by: Taylor Swift

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I posted 3,276 times in 2022

That's 2,766 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 3,267 of my posts in 2022

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#1689 fic - 248 posts

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#blackbonnet - 173 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#he finally breaks the paralysis of the abused kid watching his father attack his mother imo that’s why he’s so frozen before it’s trauma

My Top Posts in 2022:

God, there's something so horrifying about Johanna Constantine telling Dream that she'd heard rumors about the Burgess estate and how the Magus had, "The Devil locked up in his basement."

To her, it was just a rumor. To Dream, it is a reminder of the inhuman torment he suffered, but it's more than that.

Johanna Constantine hearing that rumor means that people knew where Dream was. Oh, they didn't necessarily know it was Dream. It was perfectly reasonable that the rumor would be treated as outlandish, that no one would piece together the absence of a mysterious figure like Dream and one ridiculous rumor about a "Magus" who was almost certainly a charlatan.

But from a survivor's perspective, from Dream's perspective, I think the tears in his eyes and the devastation are because it's so much worse to know that the clues to find him and save him were out there. That others heard rumors about the suffering he was going through, but that no one followed up on them. No one out there searched for him. No one tried to help.

(The one friend that tried was murdered for it, in front of him, and he had to sit alone with that grief, without hope, for years.)

It would be better to emerge from that living hell to hear that no one, anywhere, had any idea where he was. It would be better than to hear that his suffering was known, or possible to know had someone just looked a little deeper, and that no one did.

5,622 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

Some critical rules for writing coherent genre fiction, courtesy of my writing teacher, who is very wise. I don't pretend to have mastered all of these, but their application can do wonders for a story, their lack can cripple it:

Employ the causal chain - every action must be connected to what comes before and after. Each action and beat needs to have impact. They don't all need to be shown but the author needs to know what they are. It is impossible to build suspense without this principle. Things can't happen "just because" or there's no reason for the audience to become engaged with your sequence of events or do things like make predictions. All subsequent rules follow from this principle.

When showing a new type of fictional magic or science, you must show it work before you can show it break. For example, if a character has the ability to summon objects into their hand, we need to see them do so successfully and see how it works, before we see it break at a critical moment during the climax. Otherwise, the audience can't be expected to follow why this situation is unusual because they don't know how it works during normal circumstances.

When claiming a character is good at something, you must show them succeeding at it before you show them failing at it during a moment of pressure. Otherwise, we don't believe you when you establish your character's competence or badassery. For example, when saying your character is an excellent military commander, we need to see them win a fight using those skills and tactics. We can't open with a fight they lose, or else the character and author lose credibility. By all means, show the experienced hero/military leader/ruler/assassin/mage etc break down during a moment of intense pressure, fall down sobbing in terror at a truly insurmountable foe, or otherwise fail to meet the moment, but don't do this before we've seen them succeed at least once, or the moment loses impact.

During the build-up of tension, coincidences should hurt the hero and help the antagonist. This plays into the causal chain rule. Coincidences that help the hero feel cheap. Coincidences that help the villain raise the tension.

Every beat, whenever possible, should be connected to conscious action by central characters (hero, love interest, or villain). The more events are connected to purposeful action by key characters, the more satisfying the causal chain for the reader.

Avoid things that happen "just because" whenever possible. You can have one or two, sure, but the more often things happen "just because" the less interesting the story is, especially if those "just because" moments are core to the story. Fiction is not real life. Audiences are drawn to stories where purposeful actions dictate the success or failure of the characters.

5,670 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

If posting fic online has taught me anything, it’s that I have no idea how the reader will react to anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not the faintest clue.

Fics that I think I scribbled off just to get them out there get the kindest, most rapturous feedback. Fics I slaved over, agonized over, bled my soul into get a couple tepid replies. Fics I thought were me revealing the darkness and weird kink that lives in my brain, scared to even post it for fear of judgement, get, “Aaaw that’s so sweet!” replies. Baffling.

My conclusion? You just never know. You really just can’t know. When I did a workshop with 20 other writers I would try to guess what their critique of my story would be and I was right maybe 1 in 20 times. Only one other writer would have the same critique for my story that I had. And it wasn’t even always the same person.

The encouraging part about this is, if self recrimination, the fear that you know what people won’t like about your story, is holding you back, just say fuck it! You’re almost certainly wrong! All you can do is make it the best story you can for the energy you have. And yeah, sometimes that means scribbling it out in an evening and kicking it out to the void of the internet before you can change your mind or worry about editing it more than once because then you’ll never post it.

It’s all chaos, man. You don’t get to decide what the audience thinks. All you can do is create it and put it out there for them to decide.

13,486 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

Job seeker pro tip that is paying dividends for me (literally in the not too distant future if I’m lucky). Repeat after me:

“What is the budget for this role?”

Memorize it. Internalize it. Practice it like a martial artist with their 10,000 or whatever punches. You need to be able to rattle it off in a moment of panic and that moment of panic is when they ask your salary expectations. Do not be the first person to name a number if you can at all avoid it. You’re gonna drop this baby like the Reverse Uno card you’ve been waiting the whole game to play and you’re going to drop it before even thinking about answering that question first.

Not once has it backfired. No one has gotten angry or offended. Bonus points if you can frame it as you not wanting to waste their time either (makes you sound more senior than you might feel, might not work for someone looking for their very first job but hey still worth a shot).

Every interviewer I’ve tossed this at has been gratified and clear and quoted a number, the only exceptions were when the interview was more exploratory (didn’t have a specific role when we spoke) or they needed to ask a different hiring manager and even then both apologized profusely for not quoting me the number first.

Every single time it has been more money than I would have asked for. Sometimes literally double what I was making before, in calls where the recruiter reached out to me first. I was aghast. As a millennial who got screwed every which way by the recession and still has ptsd over it, finding out what I’m “worth” in this current labor shortage was mind boggling.

(Final disclosure, I’ve been working office jobs for 10 years. This advice might not work for everyone. Many it will work for already know it. But boy howdy, has it been working to levels that have me absolutely floored.)

TL;DR: Never be the first to quote a number if you can at all avoid it. HR people I’ve encountered won’t be mad, they’ll respect you for it, especially if you frame it as doing both of you a favor by making sure you’re both on the same page and the magic words are, “What is the budget for this role?”

20,505 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is an anti-creampuff-ification of Stede Bonnet account. Yes, he is nice but Stede is also insane. He clearly has the eyes of a madman. The most fearsome pirate that ever lived is his soulmate and he regularly impresses this guy with how unhinged he can be. He reads bedtime stories to bloodthirsty pirates, among whom is one who openly talks about his cannibalistic inclinations. Another of his crew was raised by a murderous nun to be god’s perfect killing machine. This is Stede’s found family and he is perfectly aware of these facts about them. Stede ran himself through on Izzy Hand’s sword to win a duel and he smirked as he manipulated a bunch of poncy nobles into setting their own ship on fire. He felt completely at home in Spanish Jackie’s bar until they actively attacked him to get him to leave and he screamed FUCK at the top of his lungs while trying to find the right inspiration to scare the shit out of a bunch of Dutch merchants then SUCCEEDED at scaring the everloving shit out of Blackbeard accidentally in the process. His only notes on Blackbeard’s crew going on a murder spree to demonstrate how to capture a ship was to appreciate their gusto and the efficiency of not missing the chance to rip the gold teeth out of a dead man’s mouth.

And yes, this is the same man who thought making a turtle fight a crab was mean, because he has standards. Very, very unhinged standards. He is a walking contradiction of genteel upbringing and an unabashed craving for a violent life of crime, like a duck raised by chickens discovering the water. All in all, I find this very sexy of him and in the privacy of my brain I will be fighting to the death anyone who tries to morph him into a sweet inoffensive cinnamon bun who is too good for this world, too pure.

20,972 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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I posted 1,237 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,233 of my posts in 2022

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#but if we do bring it back to my theory that link ends up being *first* then the tears of the kingdom can still be that of hyrule again

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I’ve found one of my brain cells!

Thoughts on how the chain hugs? Friends/crushing and in a relationship?

- Glitter ✨

Oh how cute! We had handholding, now we have hugs! :D

I can absolutely do that!

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Legend

In general

A bit awkward if we’re being a bit honest

Always feels a bit loose

Like he either doesn’t want you to get too close or that he’s afraid of crushing you if he put his full strength in

No one knows which one it is and no one is going to ask Legend what the deal is

He likes to hug around the middle or around the shoulder

No one else will count it but he’s a fan of having head in laps

Either his in someone else’s or someone resting against him.

Don’t bother trying to figure that one out- he doesn’t even know that he has that preference.

Also loves piggy back rides

I don’t know if that counts as a hug but screw it.

Legend loves to give them and while his pride won’t allow him to admit it, he also like to receive them.

Not very hands on as a person

He likes to flop on people and let them figure out the rest

Part of him thinks it’s funny

Another part of him doesn’t want to admit that he wants affection

And the third part of him doesn’t want to do something too bad that would cross a line or a boundary... not that he actually would reach out even attempt to do so, even unwillingly- but this way the person can accommodate him the way they want

It’s very messy for everyone- help him

Crushing

Doesn’t do it.

Refuses

If he does, there’s that lingering touch of him not wanting to be over bearing or obvious

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225 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

Oh thank you! That man has had a choke hold on me for years, can I ask for just fierce deity with a s/o who likes calling him pretty and just all around compliments? Im sure he isn’t use to affection and praise like this, and I’m a simp-

.....Yes, you can. I already know what to do. Just watch.

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You were... strange, the deity thought. And not necessarily in a bad way, just... different.

“Good morning, handsome!” You called after him when he returned to the camp. He had finished making his rounds around their perimeter and had come back at last. Everyone was awake and waiting for their champion to finish cooking so that may eat for the morning.

He looked your way in acknowledgement but he wasn’t sure what to make it.

You had instantly taken a liking to him, something he wasn’t used to, and had insisted on raining flattery in his direction at any and every waking moment. Mostly at times when he least expected it.

He nods, unsure of the appropriate reaction.

The boys look at him wearily. Even his old host still had trouble looking him in the eye. He supposes that’s one reason why he’s gotten attached to you so quickly. You don’t seem to mind how he towers over the group or how he doesn’t emote. You were content.

In return, he allows you to chatter his ear off or to hang off of him when you get bored. You don’t weight much to his supernatural strength. You seem to enjoy the way he can lift you with ease and not break a sweat. And with one arm no less.

“Did you have a nice walk?” You saunter up to him and place yourself right next to him.

He nods once more. What would happen if he scared you off? Or should he do something that would push you away? The Deity refuses to consider such things.

“Good!” You reply with a blinding smile. “I’m glad. We were thinking about traveling to the east today and seeing if we can track down the monsters that seem to be congregating near a town.”

He nods once more, hanging onto your words. The youngest, bless him, comes up to him as well. He would be second to be the least afraid of him. However, the other boys pull him away and he feeds off of their anxious energy. The deity wonders if it has shaped the way the boy sees him.

He reaches out to ruffle his hair and he smiles back at him. The deity allows himself to smile back and he hears you gasp by his side.

“Look at that!” You grin. “The very sun itself has blessed us on this day!”

“Oh please.” The one called ‘Wind’ rolls his eyes.

“You’re just as dazzling as a diamond.” You continue. “Who would have thought you looks so pretty when you smile?”

The deity can feel himself lose his control on the situation. This is too much. Why would you say that? How does he respond to that? Are you like this everyone else?

“Do it again!” You grab onto his arm and swing it around. “Come on, pretty boy, please?”

He can’t help but scoff. Now he knows you’re just toying with him. Still... he can’t get mad at the thought when you’re arguably the most adorable of the group. Besides... the attention is nice. It feels good to be acknowledges in ways other than his destructive nature.

He smiles softly again at your request and you look like you’re won the biggest prize at the fair.

“How come you entertain them?” The youngest pouts. “I could have asked you the same thing and you wouldn’t have done anything.”

The deity can’t help but to laugh. The group freezes at the sound. It’s the first time he’s made a sound. Shaking his head, he bends at the knee and looks The Hero of Winds in the eyes to the best ability that he can.

“I am capable of a great deal of violence that this world no longer needs me to extend.” He says. His deep voice booms in the otherwise quiet camp. It command attention even though he is speaking at a relatively quiet volume. From the corner of his eye, he sees you pause, go red in the face and sit yourself down.

Strange, he’ll figure that out later.

“However-” He continues and smiles more openly. “They amuse me. How could I not amuse them in return?”

Wind bite his lip and sighs. He continues to pout. “Not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.” He chuckles. The deity turns to you and smirks. “Right, Gorgeous?”

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Heyyy can I have a scenario which reader and first both have a crush that's literally so painful for everyone else to watch. Like they do things that real couples do but they both think that the other think of them as a friend

I'm gonna make this the sappiest thing. Y'all should hold onto your drinks and your socks. Let's do this.

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“Are we going to do something about them?” Legend sighs.

First had shyly tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, talking to you in a hush voice. You smile and blush, looking down before meeting his eyes again. You’re both standing close to each other, borderline chest to chest.

“Let them be.” Sky swipes at the other boy. “They’re not bothering anyone.”

“They’re bothering me by being obnoxious.” Legend rolls his eyes.

“I think it’s sweet.” Wind places his cheeks against his fists. “He was so cold when he first joined. I didn’t even think he knew how to smile.”

Quietly, they can hear First’s laugh travel the distance of the campsite to where the group of boys sit. You had said something to the man. Somehow you were the only one who was able to receive a positive reaction. There was something about you that allowed First to lower his guard. He seemed to do it willingly more and more as time went by. Either that or it was completely subconscious.

No one knew which one was the better option.

“I do wish he would either man up and do something about it or that our dearest companion would make a move.” Warrior grumbled.

“Don’t be jealous over your lack of love life.” Twilight punches of the young man. “They’re happy. Isn’t that enough?”

“Until they have to say goodbye.” Legend says.

Twilight stumbles in his attitude for a moment and others who are listening all sit a bit straighter. Faltering, Twilight can only shrug. “Then we can’t fault them for enjoying it while they can.”

“Especially since they already know it.” Wild adds, putting a hand on Twilight’s shoulder.

You squeal suddenly and garner all the attention again. You dash away from First who sports a wicked grin on his face. He gives chase as you laugh, just barely managing to dodge him as you run around the camp like children. First doesn’t give up and from what can be seen, is actively holding back from catching you too soon.

The group falls silent as they watch you both play. First changes direction, quick enough with his footwork to catch you off guard and is quick to take you into his arms. You’re both laughing.

“I didn’t think he had it in him.” Time smirks.

“If he can, why can’t you?” Hyrule teases, punching him on the arm. “You’re only fun for two minutes then call a quits.”

“Shush.” Time doesn’t even address it. “This isn’t about me.”

Looking back to where First and you stand.... First is the only one standing. He has you completely held up in his arms. You’re nose to nose, once again talking lowly in hushed and tender voices. Gentle blushes highlight both of your faces, making your smiles seem brighter and your bodies and mind seem unburdened. If only for a moment.

Four stand up and dusts his tunic off. “I’m going to tell them.”

“Don’t you dare!” Sky hisses.

Unintimidated, Four continues to walk off with Sky, Twilight and Wild all reaching to stop him. Wind is the only one who actually leaves his spot around the fire and tackles Four to the ground. The two of the promptly begin to wrestle in the dirt.

Finally- you and First look over at the group, breaking apart at last.

You dash over and pull Wind off of the other boy. “What on earth is happening?”

First shakes his head and pinches his nose. “...children...”

“Hey!” Wind says indignantly only to make a face. It’s his ‘I’m about to lie’ face. You’ve gotten quite familiar with it and decide to humor him.

“Four said he could take me in a fight.” Wind proclaims. “I went to prove him wrong.”

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269 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

Ooo what fierce deity becoming his own thing and apart of the chain, right hear me out, then sees reader and goes ‘yup that’s my wife’ and now they have a deity at their beck and call

My time to shine. I suppose this would be Fierce Deity realizes he loves Reader? But also just him being.... him. So not really? XD

I think I'll get there eventually. Good choice Anon!

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He wasn’t sure how it happened.

One moment he was asleep and the next he was awake enough to feel the crack in his confinement. Confused and ever curious, he manages to get a glimpse through.

It’s impossibly bright and green. His cage is picked up gently. He can feel the gentle way it is moved and he comes face to face with the most beautiful creatures he’s seen in a all his years.

“The Old Man’s not gonna like this.” They hiss.

The deity can feel his breath catch. Their voice.... How melodic...

“What do we do?” Another voice hisses. A young boy. Like a boy he used to know. “We needed it. We’re under fire-”

On cue, they both scream and he’s dropped. Estranged and disoriented, the war god knows the sounds of battle when they’re near. His previous host never used him for personal gain. Only to protect and preserve. He can follow through with those simple wishes.

He reaches beyond his escape and breaks through his confinement.

With a deep breath he steps out into freedom at last. He has no clue what has been happening nor does he know where the voices have gone. Surely, in their panic they have deserted him.

But monsters begin to swarm the area and his instincts take over once more. He scours the area for more each and every time the hoards fall to his blade. This battle is easier than some of his pervious ones. The numbers thin out within minutes and he’s left attempting to find what has happened to his pervious host- or to the voice that had carried him so preciously.

A battle cry roars over him the sound of an explosion. He sees their face fly through the sky, arrows knocked and firing as they tumble through the air. His breath is taken from him that moment. He watches them pull out their shield and land against the ground with bent knees, following the momentum of their glide to stay standing. They never ceased to fire.

What battle prowess, he thinks. He’s not entirely sure that they saw him.

More monsters flood his little clearing once more, all of them running after the most intriguing human. He can’t afford to lose them before he even learns their name.

He deals with them swiftly and mercilessly. They would have never even known they were being chased to begin with.

With a pregnant pause, it appears to him that those were the last of them. Sheathing his sword, he goes to look for someone who may be of need of his assistance. Perhaps someone with potential blast wounds.

As he walks and his adrenaline dies, he realizes that being free at last feels very different than when he walked around through his hosts. His thoughts feel quiet with no one to bounce off of them. They almost echo.

It’s disorienting.

“Where is it?!” A voice snarls.

“Old Man listen-”

There they are, he smiles to himself. When he enters the hastily made camp, everyone falls silent. His previous host is the first to flash recognition through his eyes. He is no longer the boy the deity once knew. He is now a man.

The deity looks at him fondly, almost with pride.

He scans the group and it’s full of nothing but children. Or children well on their way to becoming men. And then there was you, the one that stood apart from them. The one that wasn’t a chosen.

His heart beats at last within your presence and he takes a step towards you. Many of the boys move to step between him and his goal. The man... which he can now presume to be currently called Old Man, is the first to step in between.

He says nothing.

Amused, the deity raises his hand and presses it to his head, rubbing it as he presses down. It messes up his hair and he looks up at the larger being with confusion and less hostility.

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285 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chain losing a bet and being forced to awkwardly flirt with reader but it kinda works in their favour bc they rolled a nat 20 and reader is a moronsexual

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.....Is it bad that I knew exactly in my head how this was going to go? No? Ok, good, glad we're all on the same page. ^.^

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Link knew he was in trouble the second he saw the dice roll a four instead of literally anything lower. That was what he bet on and was now about to pay the price.

The boys around him whistled and ‘oohh’-ed at his misfortune.

One of them smirks, a devilish look that made Link brace even more for impact that was probably necessary. “So, that’s a loss for you.”

“No kidding.”

The smirk widens. “You see our little friend over there, fixing their tunic?”

Link looks back at you. You looks as lovely as ever. With the sun hitting your hair in a halo, the greenery around you almost bends towards you, to frame your body in a way that the goddesses themselves could envy.

Link feels his heart drop to his stomach with dread.

There are snickers around him and the dread hardens into lead, keeping him moving around again.

“Go flirt with them, Loverboy.”

“You’re joking.” Link swings back hissing.

That smirk on other boy’s face is ever present and it only adds salt to already sore bruise to his pride. “Nope.”

The rest of them are looking at him expectantly and Link sighs.

“You lost the bet.”

“I did.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

For the ground to swallow me whole, he thinks as he gets to his feet. Link doesn’t answer the young man and instead, he makes his way over to you, hoping he doesn’t actually ruin his chances with you.

Sky

You were nearly done with your work when you heard some footsteps coming your way. You look up.

Sky is red in the face and he’s not looking where he’s going. You raise an eyebrow and watch him for a moment. He looks lost in thought and concerned.

He stops in front of you and you can see him blink back into the present moment. You smile up at him, trying to be kind. “Tough luck?”

He sucks in a breath but slowly lets it go, moving to sit next to you. “Something like that, yeah.”

“Ouch. Maybe next time it’ll be better.” You shrug and scoot over to give him room. You turn back to the mending in your hand. “How bad was it?”

He groans.

“World ending, huh?”

Sky then turns his head to look at you. You don’t return it, focused on your work still but you do see it in the peripheral vision. It makes you smirk.

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MUSE PLAYLIST. post 3 - 5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

Don’t Go Into The Woods - Harley Poe

Don't go into the woods Don't let go of my hand I should've said Don't go into the woods Do you understand me I should've said Don't go in to unknown places Young girls vanish without traces I could not let that happen to you But if you leave me, no just maybe Strangers in the dark are waiting When you're gone there's nothing I can do

Froot - Marina (extended version)

Leave it too long I'll go rot Like an apple you forgot Birds and worms will come for me The cycle of life is complete I'm your carnal flower, I'm your bloody rose Pick my petals off and make my heart explode I'm your deadly nightshade, I'm your cherry tree You're my one true love, I'm your destiny

By autumn I’ll be gone, birds will sing their mourning song. Oh baby you know it’s true, I’ve been saving all my summers for you.

Someone New - Carolina Rose

Starting today I shed my skin Begin again Ruthless, cutthroat Breaking bread with evil men Next time we meet you'll hardly recognize me A stranger with a face that you swear you'd seen

Broken Bones - Kaleo

Some might say I talk loud, see if I care Unlike them, don't walk away from my fear I've busted bones, broken stones, looked the devil in the eye I hope he's going to break these chains, oh yeah

Oh, the devil's going to make me a free man The devil's going to set me free

Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

So let's make a decision, start a new religion Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love Orgiastic dances, nymphs in trances Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correspondents

Let me put myself in your shoes as a puppet loosely strung Around you they were so confused a faulty man could have so much fun, They read your smiles, nothing but teeth, looked at you with pity first, then disbelief

In the past you would have been seen as a family's disgrace Now they think you're putting on a brave face They might fear that one day they'll wear your shoes But you're the one who's laughing, you had nothing to lose

bonus funne song:

Rasputin - Boney M

"This man's just got to go", declared his enemies But the ladies begged, "don't you try to do it, please" No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms Though he was a brute, they just fell into his arms Then one night some men of higher standing Set a trap, they're not to blame "Come to visit us", they kept demanding And he really came Ra ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen They put some poison into his wine Ra ra Rasputin Russia's greatest love machine He drank it all and said, "I feel fine"

tagged by: i STOLE it tagging: @draggeddowntothedark (erastus) @nykrose @demonstigma @alexandriteobscura (for harry or heisenberg) @hriobzagelthewanderer @timetakeover @alaricseer @grimmsnarl @gossamerashes @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn (for gabriel) @moldcursed and anyone else who wants to do it.

#ooc.#dash games.#i could just choose 5 songs what r u talking about.....................................................#long post

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fWhimmy is REAL and UNHINGED

I'm not going to pretend I am unaffected by the SHIT fWhip said on stream today. The fWhimmy content is off the fucking chain. I really really need to be in bed but I made this comp anyway. Please watch. Please reply, please reblog, please talk to me, please help. If this doesn't feel shippy to you, congratulations, you're not in (this) hell.

Here’s some highlights, not in chrono order. He was playing up being very emotional in a lot of this, just. Please watch. [edit: here's transcripts, i was too insane to see if someone else had done it https://at.tumblr.com/umbrify/okay-so-normally-i-dont-take-any-notes-on-empires/cbnefjpc4q5e ]

Chat: [the hermit “toytem pole”]

fWhip: If they also want to worship the sheriff, that’s a-okay

Chat: the sheriff is perfect and would never betray anyone

fWhip: Oh come on now we all know the sheriff is a little corrupt, and we still love him for it, but he’s a little corrupt, okay? Not in a like need to get fired way, but like mmhmm. Like could do better

Chat: Scar for sheriff

fWhip: Could be good, could be better, but we’re kind of ride or die on the “Jimmy for Sheriff” train in Gobland. In our eyes, Jimmy will always be the sheriff

Chat: [$1.99 donation for wanting Jimmy to stay Sheriff]

fWhip: We only respect the sheriff here, so I don’t know where everyone thinks this whole disrespecting the sheriff thing is coming from.

There's some more quotes at the end but I'm breaking in here. fWhip has an episode coming out tomorrow, so I’m wondering if he’s playing up some stuff based on knowing what’s in the episode? If somehow it’s not in Jimmy’s ep from today? He periodically shouted lore, so I’m treating it all as lore. If this is what c!fWhip thinks is going on, and that it matches his action, what a marvelous little goblin man we have here. I want to put him under a microscope and poke him with a wonky stick.

fWhip: I have never betrayed the sheriff, I would never betray the sheriff, [emotionally] a goblin can’t betray a sheriff

Chat: Scar’s the best deputy

fWhip: Never, he’s deputy #3

Chat: Correction, the sheriff is the one who betrayed us

fWhip: Yeah exactly, speak the truth, say it again for the people in the back, the sheriff betrayed us, ‘tis lore and lore it shall be

fWhip: If a goblin has become a deputy of a sheriff, they have achieved peak goblinness. And that is canon lore.

Chat: You had it and you lost it

fWhip: No no no, the sheriff is the one who lost it

I've posted this on youtube, but the embed won't work so here you go. gimme a like if you, well, like. https://youtu.be/v4mi1fkzTAU

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ohlookanothercartoontofallinto · 1 year

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I posted 834 times in 2022

That's 684 more posts than 2021!

373 posts created (45%)

461 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@silvercaptain24

@socksandbuttons

@squigglywindy

@socialc1imb

@ohlookanothercartoontofallinto

I tagged 589 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#linkeduniverse - 120 posts

#linked universe - 115 posts

#lu - 114 posts

#linkeduniverse wind - 101 posts

#lu wind - 99 posts

#linked universe wind - 74 posts

#linkeduniverse legend - 33 posts

#linkeduniverse sky - 29 posts

#renegade winds - 29 posts

#linkeduniverse twilight - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#you helped me realize i can actually help people and that helped me influence my career choice you are so talented and are a amazing

My Top Posts in 2022:

WAIT a darn second. I just realized, Wind wouldn't use a bedroll to sleep. He would use a hammock, and then a bedroll if he absolutely needed to.

Because, that's what pirates and sailors used on their ships.

So can you just picture, Wind putting up his hammock and just the all out brawl that take place about who gets to sit with him in it before going to sleep. Those things are comfortable!

Just the adorable snuggling Four, Wind, and Hyrule would do because they are the lightest.

Legend sneaking in with wind at night because he had a nightmare and the rocking helps him.

Sky just downright stealing it because ITS A HAMMOCK, and wind just being nice and letting him have it for the night.

Wild wanting one because he's not allowed to sleep in trees.

Then just Time and Wind relaxing together in it!

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You know another fic I wanna write but have no time for is a fic where.

Wind just assumes Wolfie doesn't like him.

Like originally Wind was so excited to meet wolfie and get to know him. But the more he tries to get close the more wolfie pulls away. Then Wind watches everyone else effortlessly get close to the wolf.

So Wind in his 13 year old brain just comes to the conclusion of oh he must hate me. So he will try to be respectful and keep his distance, however he also feels a bit shaky when wolfies near by.

After a while Time will catch on that somethings up, and will casually ask, and Wind will just answer, "oh Wolfie doesn't like me, so I'm trying to not bother him!" In the most cheerful voice. Cut to Twilight hearing boss music and feeling the most intense stare of his life.

The chain will try to convince Wind that Wolfie does in fact like him, but Wind will come back with all the times Wolfie gave him the cold shoulder or snapped at him. Which in Twilights mind did not register he did that so much, or that how Wind interpreted it. that way.

So Wolfie will try to fix it by coming closer to Wind to try show he does like him. Only Wind is now super careful around the wolf, and just assume, “Oh Champion’s not here so he must think I’m him, because of the blue.” Or Wolfie could save him in battle and Wind would respond with, “I’m guessing he know you be sad if I got hurt, so that’s why he saved me.”

The fic wouldn’t be a gab at twilight or anything. More I like to write about the psychological implications of patterns, and how young ones misinterpret actions as hostile because they either have not experienced it, or have and know the signs. And how hard it is to break that line of thinking once the idea has become fact in your mind.

407 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

Time: Maturing is accepting the responsibilities you been given no matter your age and fueling them.

Wind: No it’s not, maturing is realizing you were denied the childhood you should of had from the start, and doing little things to help restore it. Now shut up and put on your scariest mask, we’re pranking people.

Time puts on the Great Fairy mask: Yes sir.

572 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

Hyrule: Princess Zelda should be protected.

Sky: I prefer loved and cherished.

Time: Hmmm, feared and respected.

Wind: Defeated.....

All eyes on wind.

Wind: She launched me from a catapult, I hold grudges.

797 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sky: Yeah I grew up on a floating island in the sky.

Wind: WAIT! You’re a island boy to! (Take’s sky’s hands) Brother! You and I have a alliance now. The Island Boy alliance.

Warrior: What in the world are you talking about?

Wind: Silence now earth walker, the island boy’s are speaking.

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🎇Please reblog!🎇

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

youtube

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

Tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

Marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

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#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #evermore #speak now tv #Youtube

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