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quicksilverdrabbles · 11 months

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Shattered (1)

Taliesin: Ugh. How far away from the next town are we?

Kaidan: Nowhere close enough to get to shelter before nightfall. Guess we're making camp.

Morana: There's no need for that. We can use my master's old outpost nearby.

Lucien: Your-? Are you sure you're okay with being where your master lived?

Morana: It's fine. It's where I hid out after I destroyed his lab in Morrowind. Not really a... traumatic place for me, if that's what you're thinking.

Xelzaz: Still, I don't know..

Morana: It has a toilet. And bathtub.

Taliesin: I'm in.

Lucien: Let's get on with it.

Inigo: What are we waiting for?

Morana: *thumbs up* It's pretty close by. We'll be there before sundown.

Xelzaz: Your master was an alchemist as well, was he not? Does he have any special recipes or ingredients in this outpost?

Morana: He figured out a way to cultivate Jarrin Root. I've been meaning to go back and restock my supplies.

Xelzaz: Jarrin Root?! How on earth did he manage that??

Morana: I still haven't figured it out yet. He kept the plant in its own self-sufficient terrarium so I don't have to worry about taking care of it, but I've yet to be able to keep a new clipping alive.

Taliesin: How long have you been walking around with the most deadly plant on Tamriel in your pockets???

Morana: Since.. always?

Kaidan: Gods above, it's a wonder Styx hasn't gotten into it.

Morana: Styx is a good girl. And besides, I only actually use it against powerful enemies. Like giants, and now dragons... *sighs, head tilting down and away from them* .. He was a brilliant man, really. Horrible and cruel, but brilliant. He was even looking for a cure for the Afflicted of Peryite. Got pretty close too, until I killed him.

Lucien: Imagine what he could have done, if he had better methods..

Taliesin: I imagine he'd be revered as one of the world's greatest doctors.

Morana: ...

Morana: Watch your step. It's kind of dark inside, and it's a long fall if you trip on the staircase. Don't kill the frostbite spider, he's my pet. Eats all the skeevers that try to get in.

Lucien: That.. is a terrifying image.

Kaidan: It goes underground?

Inigo: Another ancient ruin, I imagine. Your master had an affinity for finding vacant buildings.

Taliesin: Yes, yes, very interesting. Where is this bathing room you say you have? My hair is an absolute birds' nest and must be remedied immediately.

Morana: First door when you enter the main room.

Taliesin: Excellent.

Morana: Everyone else can get comfortable. Yaksha, would you mind checking for injuries?

Yaksha: Of course. If anyone has any unusual pains, let me know, please.

Lucien: Oh, actually I've been getting the strangest throbbing on my leg-

Morana: *sighs, pulling her hood down and adjusting the circlet on her brow, setting her cane against the wall to sit on an armchair nearby*

Kaidan: Oh, getting comfy are we?

Morana: *nods* I figured I may as well, if we're spending the night.

Kaidan: You want dibs on the bath after Taliesin?

Morana: No, you can take it first. I need to sit down and drink some potions. It hurts today.

Kaidan: Oh.. alright. Is there anything I can get you?

Morana: ... Can you ask Xelzaz to make me half a honey-glazed roll, please?

Kaidan: Won't it upset your stomach?

Morana: Not if it's a small portion.

Kaidan: Aye, I'll see to it, then.

Taliesin: *walks out of the bathing room with an edgier than usual frown on his face*

Kaidan: Hm? What's up with you, ya' fucken grump? Morana didn't have your favorite scented soap?

Taliesin: Hmph. Your turn is next, is it not? Why don't you go in there and see what is 'up' with me.

Kaidan: ...? Alright, I'll bite.

Morana: *happily munching on half a honey roll, swinging one leg while her left sits perched on the table nearby*

Xelzaz: Good?

Morana: Mhm..

Kaidan: *walks into the bathing room, stopping in his tracks at what he sees in the corner. A mounted mirror, completely shattered. Shards of glass litter the bottom of the basin, with the pieces still hanging on to the frame cracked and splintered in a pattern like a spiderweb* ... What?

Taliesin: ... Raven?

Morana: Hm?

Taliesin: Can I.. ask you something?

Morana: Mhm. *pats the seat next to her, licking the remaining syrup off her fingers so she can sign properly* What's up?

Taliesin: ... How long has that mirror in the restroom been broken?

Morana: *frowns, shaking her head* It's been broken since I came here.

Taliesin: That's nonsense and you know it. Everything else in this place is in pristine condition. What once may have been broken has probably been fixed, all except that mirror.

Morana: ...

Taliesin: Did you break it? Intentionally, I mean.

Morana: What does it matter?

Taliesin: Answer the question, please.

Morana: You weren't even supposed to see it. It had a cloth over it for a reason.

Taliesin: ... Okay, that one's my fault, I'll admit that much.

Kaidan: *walks out of the bathroom* Hey, Morana? Can I ask you about the-

Morana: Did you tell Kai?!

Taliesin: Yes, okay, I am a horrible person! I was just-!

Morana: What, worried?? Did you think I was hiding something?

Kaidan: What?? No, he was probably just-

Morana: *whips around and glares at Kaidan* Stay out of it!

Kaidan: *raises his hands to his shoulders* Ah. Yeah, you're on your own with that one, Tal-a.

Taliesin: *deadpans* I'm ever so glad for your support, Kaidan.

Morana: Out with it!

Taliesin: Gods- Okay fine, I will admit I was worried. The cloth had fallen halfway off and I saw the broken glass- at first I was going to simply sweep the glass up so nobody hurt themselves, but then I saw the mirror and started thinking about the implications that might have gone with it-

Morana: I broke that mirror ages ago. Long before I met you or Kaidan or anyone. And even disregarding any implications- *her sign becomes more pointed and aggressive* It's none of your business.

Taliesin: If your health might be at risk, I would like to think it is my business! I'll not be parading around acting like nothing is wrong when there is still so much about your past you have not told us! We only know the least of what you've been through and the affects it has had on you! And that doesn't give me any cause to worry??

Morana: It's not just that, Tally, it's the fact that you smother me! You always just assume I need the help instead of asking! You jump in on fights I can handle or speak for me when I don't need you to!

Taliesin: I just want to help you! What's wrong with that?!

Morana: It makes me feel useless! It makes me feel like I can't go two fucking steps without needing to be coddled and I don't! I have bad days, but I've always had bad days, I can handle it! When Kaidan or Lucien or anyone else offers their help, they don't do it because they think I'm weak, but it just feels like you do! And they ask if I need help!

Taliesin: I- You don't-

Morana: And while we're on the subject of trust, Taliesin- *stands, leaning heavily on one leg and thrusting her finger into his chest* The names we share may not be our own, but at least I would tell you my name if I could remember it. I trust you enough for that. Not only do you think I am weak, but you don't think I'm someone worthy of that.

Taliesin: ...

Morana: *turns and snatches her cane, walking past him and pulling aside a curtain, revealing a bedroom before the door behind it slams shut*

Kaidan: ...

Xelzaz: ...

Taliesin: ... Damn it.. *runs a hand through his hair, looking stressed as he leaves the room*

Inigo: *staring at her bedroom door in shock* ... Uh. I could not catch all of that.

Lucien: I'll, uh.. I'll tell you later.

Inigo: .. I am going to go check on her.

#hehehe ✨️angst✨️#stuck in a hotel room all day so I'm just writing a lot lmao #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #skyrim taliesin #yaksha skyrim #Morana oc #I feel like Tally would only swear in super emotional moments #xelzaz skyrim

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Beef Over Wands

Tags: Harry Potter Universe, Black Panther, HBCU, reader insert, Erik Stevens, Fernander (Trevante Rhodes from Burning Sands)

Visuals ▪︎ Last Part

Flashback

You had the most random dream last night. You were at Hogwarts, but you were representing Beauxbatons Academy.. shimmy-shimmy-ya'ing your negroid way into the great hall where your friends were.

You've never had an interest in Beauxbatons outside of your mom. You have, however, visited the university on a tour. It wasn't bad for a PWI.

"Mom," you yell, hunting for her in the house. She's spelled a big breakfast to cook and her new pants to hem themselves in the living room while she polishes a collection of ancient silverware by hand. "Of all things to do. Why are you working so hard?"

"Pride."

"It's so tedious," you stare, amazed at her patience. It's a lot of silver collected through the years. "This is ridiculous. Let me spell it."

"That's something you kids don't understand, the power in working with these," her hands raise. "You're so quick in jumping to magic. You can't live without it."

"You're right. Maybe I'll take a gap year and consider a muggle college."

"Watch yourself," she gives you a stern finger. You're only kidding. You're more excited to go away for college than she is to tell people her daughter's gone away to college. "Studying me.. Child, what did you come to tell me?"

"It's the strangest thing. I dreamt about Beauxbatons last night, and conveniently, you've been wearing a special kind of blue all week. Any confessions?"

"Girl, I don't have the slightest clue what you're asking me right now."

"Did you spell me?"

"Why would I do that, I have faith that you'll make a decent decision."

"I've asked you to stop messing with my head when I sleep!"

"Oh, I wouldn't slink to spell you over something so simple."

She would. She absolutely would. Your dad always calls her the Slytherin that didn't make it, and you have no doubt that the Hogwarts sorting hat would barely need to touch her to make the call.

"What exactly do you love so much about Beauxbatons?"

"What didn't I love," she sighs, remembering. "There’s structure. Instead of aimless gallavanting into deathly forests and wormholes, we quest with purpose and firm guidance. It's more evolved. The sisterhood is unmatched. I've never been anywhere else like it. I think Mr. Munch is still there," she taps you. "He taught my favorite class. Rebuffing Dark Magic. Straight and to the point."

"We called that Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"These are college courses, it's different."

"Of course.."

"Anyways, we called it correctly at Beauxbatons. I got the rundown of Hogwarts from your father, and I promise you, point for point, Beauxbatons is far superior."

"Interesting.." If that's true and Beauxbatons is more informative, you might honestly consider it. That's if you choose a magical school at all.

Being accepted into every magical and muggle university you applied to has been a gift and a curse. Everyone's congratulatory, but they have their own ideas of what you should do.

Mom says Beauxbatons or bust.

Dad isn't pushing, but that's only because he's assuming you'll continue on to Hogwarts University, another PWI, his alma matter.

Then there's Fernander, your meathead muggle boyfriend of 3 years. He's been here while you've been spending entire school years in London. It's how things have always been, until recently. You're both out of school and grown. Suddenly you have the freedom to go wherever you please and he expects you to go with him.

You've been sitting on your thoughts for weeks, going back and forth, weighing the options. Either way you go, someone will be disappointed. You've talked to dad. You've talked to mom. You've been avoiding the subject with Fernander, but now it's time to bring him in.

After texting him, you drive your mom's car out to the boxing gym where he's the youngest trainor, having found his passion early in life. He's working with a guy years older than him, and he's so absorbed he doesn't see you, so you wait. When he finishes, he spots you and comes jogging over with a smile.

Usually, you're coming to watch, but today you came to have a serious conversation, not to chitchat.

"Hey Tre," your hands fold in front of your body. "You got a minute?"

"Shoot."

"As you know, I've got a big decision to make that will affect us both, and my window is closing. I'm torn."

"You're torn? The hell you mean you torn? We already agreed."

"When I do that," you frown. "I said I'd think about it, and that's what I'm doing. I'm still not.. sold on what I wanna do." You follow as he leads you from earshot of the people training. "I said I'd consider attending a muggle college, but the more I do, the more I see that I'd be settling."

"A life with me is settling?"

"That's not what I said."

"I heard what you said. Maybe you didn't hear what you said."

"You want to fight or talk? Can't do both. I'm making my decision very soon so I needed to talk to you."

"All I ever hear is you, you, you," he jabs. "We've finally reached a point where we're grown enough to make our own decisions. We could have days and nights together, like a real couple! Why it seem like I'm the only one who wants that?"

"Fe, if I asked you to quit boxing in your prime, quit training, would you do it? To be near me?" You stop his answer with a hand in the air. "The difference is I wouldn't ask you to."

"So what now," he stares. "You go abroad to do magic tricks, and I stay here waiting?"

"No, you pick from one of your many scholarships and have fun."

"What happens with Grad school? Do you even wanna be with me?"

"Of course." You wouldn't lie about that. "Distance doesn't have to be the enemy."

"Tssss," he sighs, rubbing his head. "This isn't gonna work." He stares evenly into your eyes, and it seems you're both quite clear in what you feel. You want to be together, but it isn't feasible.

"I guess not," you agree. The admission breaks your heart. You part ways with him, hoping he'll mature enough to understand that your education comes first. You're young and can settle later. In the meantime, you're glad a muggle university is off the table.

On your bed are six acceptance letters. Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons, Gavelstone, Pigfarts, Palindromes, and Hogwarts University. Your honest inclination is HU, but that's only because of your seven formative years in Hogwarts School of Wizardry.

"Yes," you respond to your mom calling you. She yells again. "YES?" Silence. You go out to see what she wants and there's a letter on the table.

"Another acceptance?" She smiles, walking away with pride as you approach where the letter lies. You open it and and there's the familiar feel of parchment. It says the Hogwarts Agricultural and Magical University (HAMU), but you don't recall ever applying.

You wait until your father returns home to ask him if he's heard of it, and he has. It's an HBCU based in the states. You didn't even know there was such a thing in the magical world.

"Oh yeah," he says. "You'd be surprised. I'd have gone, but my brother's all went to HU, so I went to HU.. Hogwarts is Hogwarts," he adds, sensing your interest.

"Do you think you could get me a brochure or something?"

"I'll do you better. I'll put you in contact with an old friend who's an alumni."

Flash Forward

In the weeks you've been at HAMU, the highlight of your experience has been CrossWands Dueling Club. You were in Dueling Club at your last school, but this has proven to be advanced. Today, you simply watch as the rep for Slytherin duels the rep from Gryffindor. It's like watching a boss battle. Everyone's eyes are glued.

"Who you got," Erik whispers. He he was just on the other side of the small crowd. He's worked his way through taking bets. You don't answer his question since you don't know. You'd hate to disrespect your seniors. "Hey, look, I'm going to Grim's after this to see about getting my wand back.. I was wondering if you'd.. you know."

"If I what?"

"You gone make me say it?" He looks around, but no one's focused on what he's saying. We're all watching the duel. "Grim won't help me if it's just me."

"She might," you lie.

"You saw what happened that day. She don't like me."

Suddenly, Miri, the rep for Gryffindor, does a spell you haven't seen used in person. Erik's in the way.

"I'm-Can you stop talking?" You scribble quick small notes so you can practice it later. Erik steps aside, but seconds later, he's in your ear again whispering.

"I need you to be there. She'd help if someone she likes were to ask her."

"No," you say bluntly with no room for argument. You cross the crowd to the opposite side just as Gryffindor wins the duel. You can't help but think Erik should've been cheering on Shadow, his housemate, instead of taking bets against him. There's no sense of comradery. He's only out for himself.

That said, you approach both Miri and Shadow to pick their brains on dueling tips. It comes with the advice they give to every first year. "You only get what you take from HAMU. Sometimes, we have to teach ourselves when the knowledge we require goes above what our professors can provide," Miri says. Shadow adds, "The more risk there is to acquiring the skill, the more valuable it is. Skill will beat knowledge every day."

After leaving the dueling chamber, you head to the Cafe to see what snack you'll get. They have a few options. You see Erik following you, but you ignore him until he's directly behind you in the line, jumping in front of someone to get there.

You sigh, feeling him about to ask you some bs. "What?"

"I've already gone to Grim's on my own. She said someone else has my wand, but won't tell me who."

"What am I supposed to do about that? It's not my problem." You step up in the line thinking cake. Definitely a slice of cake.

"Talk around the club says you're good at dousing."

"I'm good at everything," you correct.

"You think you could locate my wand?"

"What's in it for me," you turn to face him. "It better be good."

"What do you want?" He shrugs.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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I’d love anything Jake and Ronnie soulmate wise or fantasy wise if you’re up for it! Maybe even alpha/omega if you’re interested in writing it

Cassidy my darling, my star - soulmate AUs kill me softly and so does fantasy stuff! I'm so excited to write these up!! I won't do the omegaverse AU....mostly cause I don't understand it that well and it is always too Sexy (sorry!!). I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Soulmate AU

I picked the one where your soulmate's first words to you appear on your skin when you turn 16 or whatever....I just think that one's neat

Like, can you imagine? She wakes up on her sixteenth birthday, ready and prepared to see something like "hi" on her wrist like her friend from school or maybe something more sweet like her mom's tattoo that said "here, let me help you with that."

But no. Instead, she wakes up to what feels like an entire novel written on basically her entire inner forearm.

It's a pickup line. A cheesy one at that.

What was supposed to be the best birthday ever was now possibly the worst day of her life. She cries to her mom for hours. There was no way she could cover this up - everyone would be asking about it. Her friends try not to laugh, but they really can't help it.

For the rest of her high school career she wears long sleeves no matter how hot it is - and when people ask about her soulmate tattoo she always makes up some lie so she doesn't have to show it to them.

Once she turns 18, though, she gets other tattoos all over to distract from the massive paragraph on her arm. By the time she hits 21 she's completely covered and now not so ashamed of her soulmate tattoo. People can barely make it out around the rest of her colorful ink anyway. She wears short-sleeves for the first time in years.

Eventually, she starts working at The Hard Deck - a bar on a military base where her brother is stationed.

And it's here that she hears pretty much every pickup line under the sun thrown her way. But none of them are The One. The words written on her skin are inked into her memory.

But then, someone finally freaking says it when her back is turned, cleaning up a table covered in peanut shells: "Are you a magician? It's the strangest thing, but every time I look at you, everyone else disappears."

And it doesn't register for her at first. She just rolls her eyes, barely even looks at the guy before saying: "Please stop."

Then her back straightens and she finally turns around. He looks just about as stunned as she feels. He's a fighter pilot, Ken doll handsome, Lieutenant, blonde, and green-eyed. Then she narrows her eyes at him and says, "You son of a bitch."

It's military regulation to have your soulmate tattoo covered with a special band until you actually meet your soulmate to avoid distractions in the workplace. She goes for the cloth wrapped around his wrist and rips it off. Sure enough, "please stop" is scrawled in tiny letters on the inside of his wrist.

"You son of a bitch!" she repeats it again and he just laughs.

"I'm Jake Seresin - your soulmate."

"Ronnie Bradshaw. I've dreamed of meeting you since I was sixteen." he has the nerve to smirk. "so i could slap you across the face. this pickup line is AWFUL."

She doesn't end up slapping him across the face. But they do find a secluded booth at the back of the bar and talk the rest of the night. She thumbs the words on his wrist and he asks about all her other tattoos.

He goes home with her that night and all of the other pilots notice his soulmate band is missing.

Fantasy AU

King Thomas Kazansky has been ruling the kingdom of Marimar for nearly 100 years, his general is Lord Peter Mitchell, and his nephew, Prince Bradley Bradshaw, is set to rule in his place when he passes

That just leaves Princess Veronica, happy-go-lucky and longing for an adventure like she reads in her books.

The king's health is failing, and there is not much that human medicine can do. But Princess Veronica has read about fairies that live in the far south, on a mountain covered in mist and waterfalls, that could cure her beloved uncle and king.

No one believes her, stating that fairies don't actually exist.

She sneaks out of the castle and goes out on her own to find the fairies herself, knowing that is the only way to save the king.

Her brother and Maverick want to find her, but they can't leave the castle with the way the king is currently, so they send a trusted knight to go find the princess and bring her back home.

A Sir Jacob Seresin - a trusted and skillful knight that feels a bit like a babysitter once he's told what his mission is. But it's important to the kingdom, so he'll keep his grumblings to himself and go find the princess.

Does he find her being captured by ogres? Uh...yeah, he does. It doesn't give him great confidence that she's capable, but once she's freed from her bonds she does help him take one of the ogres out.

She is determined to continue on her quest though, telling him that she'll have to be bound and gagged back to the castle in order to be stopped.

He literally is about to just throw her on the back of his horse, absolutely tired of her shenanigans, when they're visited by a fairy.

So Sir Jacob is convinced to help the princess with her quest

They travel south, find the fairies, go through many perils, probably have a misunderstanding in there, and fall in LOVE along the way.

In the end, the king is saved by the fairies' magic, Princess Veronica becomes ambassador to the fairy kingdom, and she of course marries her knight in shining armor.

okay these were so freaking fun, the fantasy one especially. i love the way that one turned out. it sounds so sweet 🥺

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fleurcareil · 1 year

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East Quebec: Quebec City and West Gaspesie

I left Mont-Tremblant reenergized and with a plan not to get so much bitten; so far 4 days later I've succeeded! :)

On my way to Quebec City, I paid a visit to my ex-colleague Allen and his wife who live since his retirement off the beaten track at the end of an unpaved road in the municipality of Gore, an hour northwest of Montreal. Winters are harsh in Quebec but with a floor-heated solarium surrounded by forest I can imagine it being the perfect retreat from busy life 😎.

After a long & boring drive to the city (I might have gotten a speed ticket?!?), I checked in at the HI hostel smack in Vieux Quebec. For those who don't know HI hostels, they provide quality accommodation (in my case a private bedroom with table & chair) with clean, shared washrooms in well-maintained and noise-free facilities... I've stayed there several times before as it's perfectly located, safe (with your personal entry card) and even includes breakfast at a fraction of a hotel cost. HI is more expensive than "backpacker" hostels (and without parties) so the typical guests are older long-term travellers or families as you can often cook dinner as well.

It was very windy in Quebec so I only went to see my two favourites; the Fairmont terrace with view of the river, and the massive trompe l'oeil mural depicting famous Quebecois, near the oldest stone church in Canada (which is always closed when I'm there).

Despite the cold, I sat like many other tourists on a patio for dinner which was luckily worth it; delicious cheese fondue, rabbit and rhubarb pie... Quebecois (and I) know how to eat well! 😊 The next morning I went to another favourite; the Musee des Beaux Arts, which has among others a rooftop with mathematically designed sculptures that align with the nearby church spires, an exhibit of Quebec designers (anyone interested in the 1994 workstation capsule?), and a modern art exhibit where the wooden BMW on top of little grass blocks is a statement about the uselessness of consumerism.

Then off to the Gaspesie, which initially seems to be a very long road to nowhere, but once you get closer to the St Lawrence River it's pretty to look out over the water to the mountains on the north side. After having set up the tent at park du Bic, I go to possibly one of the strangest art installations you'll ever see; a group of over 100 concrete statues that are standing on the beach and on the rocks into the sea. "Le Grand Rassemblement" at the Centre D'art Marcel Gagnon is meant to represent the human condition of being alone with our individual emotions while still bonded to others as we all experience the same.

I came here first in 2010 at high tide so most figures were in the water then, whereas now it was low tide so I could walk out to them. There's something poetic about these statues just standing there in the sea and I'm really impressed by it. I stayed for dinner (pear-shrimp appetizer was a great combo!) so by the time I was done, the tide had come up halfway and the sun started setting, which made it even more special. On the way back, I also stopped at the lighthouse at Rimouski, a rare, buttressed structure that at 28m high is one of the tallest in Canada. Driving along the sea with the red sun beside me was magical!

Having had the first cold night since I started the trip (wearing hat & mittens in my sleeping bag!), it was hard to get out of bed in the morning so it took me a while to get going. I try to cook most of dinner in the mornings (as I can't be bothered in the evening) so now made a couscous salad with merguez sausages so that I only had to add the spinach & fresh tomatoes later. First hike was at the Canyon des Portes de L'Enfer (the doors of hell) where the Rimouski river goes through a series of waterfalls. I tried to make a video which didn't work out, but the pic is still impressive. There's also a really high suspension bridge over the valley which made for great views, luckily I've never been afraid of heights 😁.

Drove back to the park du Bic in time to do one of the coolest hikes in my life; scrambling across rocks at low tide around the park's buff Cap d'Orginal. You need to start 2 hours before the low tide to leave enough time to make the entire loop before the water comes up again, and there's basically no path so it's up to you to find the way over the cliffs.

The first part was quite hard pulling yourself up & over the rocks, but luckily I was not the only one on the "trail" so I could look ahead at what others were doing. Mid-way was a long beach that is fully submerged at high tide and then there was more, but slightly less extreme scrambling. Being relieved that I had made it in one piece to the other side, I was less happy when I realized there was still another 3k to hike partially uphill through the forest to come back. I did see a fox on my return at the parking lot which made me smile 😍. Spent the evening eating dinner overlooking the bay at sunset, life is good!

Slept like a baby and woke up warm but wide awake at 4:30am so it made for a very long day, which was mostly spent driving from the Gaspesie north coast to the New Brunswick south coast near Saint John, 604 km away. Before taking off however, I first went to check the seals lookout in the park, which didn't deliver any seals (I had seen one the day before on my hike) however a quintet of great herons and many eider ducks, which are the largest sea-ducks in Canada. A quick stop at a beautiful viewpoint (at 9am Monday when everyone else starts working 😜) was all I needed to get in the car and say au revoir to Quebec and hello to New Brunswick!

Wildlife: 1 turkey (along the road), 20+ eider duck, 1 seal, 1 fox, 5 great blue heron and 2 deer (all at du Bic)

SUPs: none

Hikes: two small ones at the canyon and a 9k one at du Bic

PS: I had wanted to post a few days earlier but did not have any internet... still trying to post every 3-4 days when I can!

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llscafe · 11 months

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so i recently saw a $50 off promo for purple carrot. it's not something i would ever normally order due to the price, but with the promo it came out to be fairly affordable, so i ordered some of their meals. and here's my review!

i went with the prepared meals so i could easily heat them up at work, but they also offer meal kits.

meal #1:

that's a rather paltry serving of green beans, isn't it? the quinoa had a mild flavor, savory with tomato and olive notes. the topping on the green beans had an odd texture; i would have rather had a spice coating or a sauce. but it had a bit of tang to it. upon mixing both sides of the meal together, the flavors melded well and the texture was more satisfying.

meal #2:

more green beans! at least the container is (almost) full this time.

the noodles have the strangest smell. i can't describe it with any word other than: diapers. unused ones, thankfully, but it's still rather off-putting. it's that perfumey, chemically smell... it tastes ok, but it's definitely lacking something. sweetness, i think.

i took the second half home and ate it as leftovers the next day, with a touch of sweet chili sauce, and it was MUCH improved. the weird smell was gone and it was actually really tasty. not sure if it was the air exposure or the extra cooking time, but it was like a whole different dish.

meal #3:

right off the bat, i was confused by the "enjoy cold" message right above the generic heating instructions. i tried it cold - the bean salad has the expected vinegary taste, the sweet potatoes are just slightly firmer than i prefer but they do indeed have a mild chipotle tang to them. some bites have so much vinegar that my tongue tingles.

as before, mixing both sides of the meal creates a more interesting flavor profile. i then tried heating it up - it didn't enhance the flavor of the bean salad, but the sweet potatoes became softer and overall, the meal felt more hearty and satisfying.

meal #4:

finally, something with a bit of fake meat. though there could definitely be more - so far these meals are rather lacking in protein. it's hard to fuck up pasta, so of course it was a good meal. one of the tastiest so far, but nothing special compared to other frozen pasta meals.

meal #5:

looks great, right? as i opened the package i realized there was already a tear in the plastic, but i'm a daredevil so i ate it anyway (don't be like me.)

despite the initial appearance, this was one of the tastiest so far - not surprising when you look at the nutrition facts lol. i love pesto, i love tortelloni, how can you go wrong. quite flavorful.

more reviews coming soon! i still have another box to get through.

#purple carrot #vegan #food review

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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SCP-9102 | Mr. Compress

MASTER LIST

== LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ==

Access Granted

SCP-9102

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Item #: SCP-9102

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-9102 and its host, henceforth referred to as SCP-9102-1, is to be kept in a high security humanoid containment chamber. The room is to include all amenities needed for comfortability and the containment unit is to be monitored via standard CCTV surveillance. SCP-9102-1 is to be provided with three meals a day which are to be delivered by personnel at 6am, 12pm, and 6pm everyday.

Any requests that SCP-9102-1 makes for amenities are to be approved by Lead Researcher ██████. D-Class Personnel that are allowed into the subject's containment are allowed to participate in its “shows” and tricks.

Description: SCP-9102 appears to be a white mask, made up of REDACTED, that uses black geometrical patterns to display the user's emotions. The pattern forms to imitate facial expressions for various emotions. Personnel are to report immediately to Lead Researcher ██████ if the mask is to ever go blank, as seen in Addendum 9102-05.

SCP-9102 greatly enhances the charisma, agility, and performance skills of the user. Those who wear SCP-9102 become one with the subject, as it becomes impossible to remove the object from the user, and it possesses them. SCP-9102 causes what has been described as a persona for the user, allowing for them to become excellent performers.

SCP-9102-1 is a human male, formerly known as Atsuhiro Sako, roughly 181cm in height and 31 years old (As of ████/██/██). Sako was a street performer that rose in popularity alarmingly quickly after obtaining SCP-9102 off the black market. The subject obtains a positive relationship with SCP-9102 and allows researchers to observe them both, freely being able to remove the mask at will.

Addendum 9102-01: Discovery

SCP-9102 was discovered after field agents had looked into reports of a street performer that made a name for himself in only one (1) day after obtaining a new outfit and mask. Investigators had gathered from those watching SCP-9102-1’s shows that this performer had spent years trying to gain attention for himself, performing in REDACTED, Japan, without any luck. SCP-9102-1 was taken into custody following one of his shows where he was then transported to Site ██. The subject’s disappearance was hidden by a cover-up story about this whole situation being nothing more than an elaborate ploy to advertise an acting program.

Addendum 9102-02: Interview Logs #002

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. ████████

SUBJECT: 9102 & 9102-1

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[BEGIN LOG]

9102 appears to be displaying a “happy” face in a geometrical pattern.

Dr. ████████: Are you comfortable? I have quite a few questions to get through.

9102-1: My dear, one can only be so comfortable in these hard metal chairs. (waves hand dismissively) Or with those cuffs.

Dr. ████████ holds a hand up to stop the guards from entering the room.

Dr. ████████: Interesting trick. Doesn’t do much to help ease our personnel considering you could breach containment.

9102-1: Oh but this is much too fun. I assure that none of you have to worry about me trying to leave, there are far too many guns in this facility for my liking.

Dr. ████████: (shakes head) Back to the questions?

9102-1: I can’t show off another trick?

Dr. ████████: If you cooperate then I might consider it.

9102-1: (sighs dramatically) I suppose that trade shall suffice.

Dr. ████████: Alright. (looks at notes) Why don’t we start with the mask of yours. How did you obtain it?

9102-1: I acquired this beauty from quite the questionable dealer. Strangest thing was I never was able to find him again.

Dr. ████████: Where did you run across this man?

9102-1: Oh, I think it was around REDACTED. I asked around after I had gotten the mask from him but no one seemed to know who I was talking about strangely enough. Such a shame really, I wanted to see if he had anything else.

Dr. ████████: Can you describe him at all?

9102-1: He was a middle aged man with short gray hair. I believe he had this pair of circular glasses. Oh and uh this gap in his teeth right at the front. A very shady looking fellow if you ask me.

Dr. ████████: (writing on paper) Did he give any kind of name?

9102-1: You know it took quite some time to get any information out of him. Apparently it’s quite strange to ask back alley dealers personal information.

Dr. ████████ appears irritated, tapping her finger on the table.

9102-1: (hands go up in a mock display of surrender) He said to call him Giran. No need to get so touchy, my dear.

Dr. ████████: (writing on paper) I’m just trying to get as much information as possible during these sessions. I have many things to do, so I’d rather not spend more time than necessary.

9102-1: Which is completely understandable, Doctor. I just enjoy the company. (rests head on left hand)

Dr. ████████: The mask, that’s what allowed you to be able to rise in popularity?

9102-1: I personally like to think that I had quite the skill beforehand, I just always had such a bad audience.

Dr. ████████: You were performing daring magic tricks during your shows, things that people never saw you attempt before? This was because of the mask you’re wearing?

9102-1: I really hate ruining the magic, you know. I’ve always dreamed of being a performer. I always found myself in cases of bad luck. Such a shame really that I’m stuck in this facility now.

SCP-9102 appears to be displaying a “sad” face in a geometrical pattern.

Dr. ████████: It’s protocol, Sako. If you continue to cooperate then we can allow you to use some personnel as an audience.

SCP-9102 appears to be displaying a “happy” face in a geometrical pattern.

9102-1: You’re too kind, my dear. I will be sure to maintain only the best behavior.

Dr. ████████: We will pick this up another time then. I have much to discuss with my colleagues.

[END LOG]

Addendum 9102-03: Interview Logs #005

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Nemoto

SUBJECT: 9102 & 9102-1

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[BEGIN LOG]

9102 appears to be displaying a “happy” face in a geometrical pattern.

Dr. Nemoto: Today we’ll be focusing on how the mask makes you different.

9102-1: Ah so your goal for today is to wound me. I really feel like I’m not that different, Doctor.

Dr. Nemoto: So you say, but others who have seen your show before the mask say otherwise. They said you lacked confidence.

9102 appears to be displaying a comical “angry” face in a geometrical pattern.

9102-1: How rude.

Dr. Nemoto: I’m just repeating what others have stated. Why don’t you explain it yourself then.

9102-1 gave pause for a few moments before 9102 appeared to be displaying a “sad” face in a geometrical pattern.

9102-1: I had...troubles, I suppose you would say. When you have a bad crowd it wears on your mood. I had a few loyal observers that gave me their attention. I was damn good at my craft. The mask didn’t give me that skill. It put some agility into these older bones, sure. It showed me what I could be.

Dr. Nemoto: Can you remove the mask at all?

9102 appears to be displaying a “playful” face in a geometrical pattern.

9102-1: You don’t believe me? After everything we’ve built this far, Doctor.

Dr. Nemoto: I just wanted to know if you were able to remove it yourself. When you first got here our personnel couldn’t remove it.

9102-1: Ah yes I remember how they tried so terribly hard. Poor things.

Dr. Nemoto: That wasn’t really an answer, Sako.

9102-1: (sighs) You’re right. I can though. Unsurprisingly, to myself considering that I thought that it was just a simple mask. Would you care for a demonstration, dear Doctor?

Dr. Nemoto: If you would please do so, yes.

9102-1 had reached up and removed the mask for his face, placing it on the table.

Dr. Nemoto: (writing on paper) And you’re able to place it back on with no problems?

9102-1 nods and reaches for the mask and places it back on. 9102 appears to be displaying a “happy” face in a geometrical pattern.

9102-1: Shame to have to hide my pretty face so often.

Dr. Nemoto: You were quiet, I expected more talking.

9102-1: I am more of a timid man before donning the mask, it’s true. You were right though before in your assumptions, it allows me to fully embrace myself and this performer persona I do adore.

Dr. Nemoto: I can see that. Does only the person wearing 9102 have the ability to remove it?

9102-1: But of course. It doesn’t want to be attached to those who are far too boring.

Dr. Nemoto: Does it find you boring then? You’re able to remove it after all.

9102-1: Oh no. We have quite an interesting relationship. I only remove it to allow for a good cleaning, to rest my head, or grab something to eat. After all, what's a good performer good for if they don’t take care of themselves?

Dr. Nemoto: 9102 is happy with you as its host?

9102-1: Oh yes, we have an excellent connection. It was riveting, that feeling when I first put it on! This successful connection! It gives me such a thrill.

Dr. Nemoto: (writing on paper) Can 9102 communicate with you?

9102-1: It’s a complicated business really. Hard to explain. It’s like a conscience. It gives great advice when I’m trying to come up with a new trick though.

Dr. Nemoto: Does it ever prompt any negative feelings for you or ask you to commit illegal activities?

9102-1: I mean I suppose some of my shows weren’t exactly legal, but I daresay that makes them far more entertaining. But no I don’t recall ever being coerced into committing any heinous crimes.

Dr. Nemoto: And how does 9102 feel about you being cooped up in this facility?

9102-1: Not very fond of it at all I’m afraid. We were really looking forward to making a name and becoming a legend in history. Can’t really do that here.

Dr. Nemoto: (writing on paper) What if we were to allow you to do some shows, I’m sure we could get some personnel that would want to watch you perform. Would that improve both of your moods?

9102-1: You’re spoiling me, my dear. A chance to put on a show with a willing audience? We’d be honored.

Dr. Nemoto: (writing on paper) I’ll put in the request for you to the Lead Researcher. Keeping our subject in the best mood possible makes it far easier for our research.

[END LOG]

Addendum 9102-04: Request to Lead Researcher

Date: ████/██/██

Request to Lead Researcher ██████

Request To: Dr. █████ - SCP-9102 Lead Researcher

Request From: - Dr. Nemoto SCP-9102 Researcher

Request Subject: Request for SCP-9102-1 to be able to perform one (1) show on the tenth of every month. A notice would be made on the staff bulletin board so that any qualified personnel can attend.

Request Response: ACCEPTED

Request Conditions: The subject will be allowed to do the performance once monthly so long as SCP-9102-1 maintains good behavior. Any objects that the subject requests for their show or tricks must be approved by me.

Addendum 9102-05: CCTV Footage

Date: ████/██/██

Note: CCTV footage taken from SCP-9102’s containment. Most of the footage has been corrupted and the footage begins shortly after the 12pm feeding cycle of SCP-9102-1.

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[BEGIN LOG]

[12:13pm]: [SCP-9102-1 is standing completely still in the center of the containment chamber. The mask covering his face is completely blank.]

[12:13pm]: D-██████: H-Hey why’re just standing there?

[12:14pm]: [SCP-9102-1 continues to remain completely still. The mask covering his face is still completely blank.]

[12:14pm] D-██████: (shouting) HEY CAN I LEAVE NOW? I DELIVERED THE FREAKS FOOD!

Footage is missing from 12:14pm until 12:17pm

[12:17pm] [SCP-9102-1 is seen sitting at the dining table provided in his containment eating the food provided by personnel. D-█████ is nowhere to be found. SCP-9102-1 is seen moving a blue marble between its fingers.]

[END LOG]

Addendum 9102-06: Interview Logs #008

DATE: ████/██/██

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Nemoto

SUBJECT: 9102 & 9102-1

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[BEGIN LOG]

9102 appears to be displaying a “happy” face in a geometrical pattern.

Dr. Nemoto: What happened on REDACTED when you were being delivered your food? Your mask was blank.

9102-1: Whatever do you mean, Doctor? (tilts head in confusion)

Dr. Nemoto: You were being given food on REDACTED and you were completely still shortly after D-Class had entered the room. You were unresponsive.

9102-1: No, I honestly don’t recall what you mean. I must say, me being silent is not an occurrence you’ll find happening.

Dr. Nemoto: (shows SCP-9102-1 her tablet that has a recording of Addendum 9102-05) This is what I was referring to. Was SCP-9102 malfunctioning?

9102 appears to be displaying a blank face.

9102-1: Best not to concern yourself when that happens, Doctor. (9102-1 twists his fingers to display a blue marble between his index and middle finger before maneuver his fingers to show that it has disappeared.)

Dr. Nemoto: 9102? What are you talking about?

9102 stays still for many moments before 9102 appears to be displaying a “confused” face in a geometrical pattern. Dr. Nemoto appears disturbed.

9102-1: What’s with the confused face, Doctor? I haven’t sprouted another head have I?

Dr. Nemoto: Your mask went blank again.

9102-1: It did? How frightening that must have been considering your reaction. Not sure what that’s all about.

Dr. Nemoto: Alright, I uh guess we’re done for today.

[END LOG]

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING SECTION IS LEVEL 4/9102 CLASSIFIED

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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS SECTION WITHOUT LEVEL 4/9102 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.

== LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ==

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Access Granted

Addendum 9102-07: Emails sent between Research Nemoto and Daruma Ujiko

DATE: ████/██/██

FROM: Dr. Shin Nemoto <Redacted>

TO: Daruma Ujiko <Redacted>

SUBJECT: SCP-9102 and SCP-9102-1

We’re becoming increasingly concerned with SCP-9102-1’s ability to “shut down” as it causes anomalous occurrences. In Addendum 9102-05, the CCTV Footage has been corrupted through an unknown means and we still haven’t found any evidence of D-█████. We think that SCP-9102 is taking over SCP-9102-1 completely when the mask appears “blank”. We’re unsure of the precautions to take in case of possible containment breach. Eagerly awaiting orders on the matter.

Dr. Nemoto

Addendum 9102-08: Emails sent between Daruma Ujiko and Researcher Nemoto

DATE: ████/██/██

FROM: Daruma Ujiko <Redacted>

TO: Dr. Shin Nemoto <Redacted>

SUBJECT: SCP-9102 and SCP-9102-1

Continue monitoring SCP-9102-1 and any occurrences of this anomalous new addition. Make a new protocol to alert the Lead Researcher anytime SCP-9102-1 displays this behavior and have them forward me all the research. It appears as though this subject has more than meets the eye.

Daruma Ujiko

#mr compress #atsuhiro sako #SCP AU #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #daruma ujiko

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mellowgoop · 1 year

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Year one as a castlevania fan has been extremely good, and pretty surprising. I pretty much gave aria a shot because i knew something good would happen if I went to the home of the metroidvania, and yeah its pretty incredible! I kind of forget when I noticed how much appeal soma and alucard have to me as characters, probably must have been when i was beginning my mellowvania descent in 2021 and trying to get a sense of what the heck castlevania even was? because i had NO connection before that point, like seriously zero. it rose up to like, zelda tier with ambitions for higher in my heart pretty quickly though

the biggest surprises HAVE to be how much like the netflix series when my taste in animation had pretty much been "cute girls doing cute things and learning about friendship" and NOTHING else for like. four years straight? like I kid you not I hardly consumed anything else, the thematic jump to castlevania was insane. I was kind of just humoring it through season one's gorefest but yeah, season two was something special! the characters are just incredible and even if I dont exactly get the core conflict of the second half its impossible to stop watching them all grow and change and settle into their lives. or break entirely. its unreal that nocturne is coming, I'm so happy this show has been received well

and speaking of nocturne, uh, year two as a fan is looking interesting??? I really like alucard, i really like sotn, but rondo of blood grabbed me by the throat and became my bestie IMMEDIATELY, I have no idea what it is about it but it speaks to me so deeply. and, um, thats a PRETTY SEXY position to have ended up in with the deadcells crossover and nocturne coming out?? like what?? i am going to hang out with maria and richter and alucard more than you could possibly fathom...

strangest of all, I just saw rumors about a series reboot coming this year and I have no idea what I would want most right now. weirdly enough, I'm kind of tepid on igavanias as a game style? like theyre awesome comfort food but compared to the craftsmanship behind super metroid, metroid dread and hollow knight they feel by far the most by-the-numbers. i LIKE them, but I don't know if another 3d-2d igavania like bloodstained would really get me as pumped as a return to classicvania. like, seriously, that style means so much to me! its 85% headaches and 15% bliss but it feels so magical and inspired and solid. honestly, if I could have anything, put trevor belmont in a classicvania with the anime style... i know that sort of just happened with mirror of fate but like... if the netflix series came back to the games that would be sososoosso cool.....

#thoughts #castlevania

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crisp-sweet-pink-lady · 2 years

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Summer of Strawberry Shortcake: Berry Merry Christmas

The strangest thing about my rewatch so far is that my opinion on Honey Pie Pony has done a complete 180 (almost). Back when I first watched the 2003 series, and even as recently as 2015 (the last time I watched this particular special), I found her so annoying that I even dubbed her "the dreaded Honey Pie Pony." But so far, I've found her not only tolerable, but even amusing at some points. Which is a good thing, as she's basically a main character in this special.

I don't really have too much to say about this one. It's your average Christmas special, with the answers to every problem spelled out in exceeding detail. Excruciating detail, even, such as the case of "Not everyone wants a saddle, Honey Pie Pony!" (Just because I found her tolerable doesn't make this plot point any less annoying.) The songs are still not very good, and while the animation is slightly better than last time, this time the DVD transfer is not great, occasionally making the outlines all janky.

If it weren't for the payoff at the end, I would say that Strawberry's visit to Santa was pointless. I still don't understand why he couldn't give her a better hint about what to give Huck than "You'll think of it soon," but ah well.

I do find it interesting that Honey Pie Pony dropped the fact that there are centaurs in the SSC03 world, and then that never got followed up on (fairies got introduced, so why not centaurs?), unless I've forgotten. We'll find out.

#strawberry shortcake #ssc03 #summer of ssc #berry merry christmas #episode thoughts

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The second oldest throwback schedule I've done as of yet: CN UK May 2006 (Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20060525093718/http://www.sky.com/skycom/tvguide/0,,560-0,00.html).

This was during the CN City era, which lasted from April 2005 to May 2007 in the UK (2004 to 2006/7 in the US) and you can tell from shows like Xialon Showdown and Atomic Betty. It's interesting how Billy & Mandy and Foster's Home were getting more primetime slots (and possibly more slots overall) than Ed Edd n Eddy, despite the show outlasting them both and even being aired the longest of the three (non-consecutively). "New Show" The Batman with a single primetime slot at 7pm just before Xialon, which has 3 daytime slots overall. I say "New Show" because I'm pretty sure the series was likely airing on Toonami before it was on CN, as the former was more action-oriented and had stuff like Megas XLR & Samurai Jack, as well as getting Beyblade after it was moved from the main network.

A lot of new content premiering that year actually. Plenty of Robotboy reruns, despite having debuted only a few months prior. Johnny Test was likely shown on weekends through the "Saturday Jungle" block, along with Coconut Fred which was removed the same year by the looks of it. Strangely no Ben 10 or Camp Lazlo, which kind of shows how behind we were compared to the US feed, who at the time had some of their best weekly schedule lineups. Also no Powerpuff Girls which somewhat makes sense as that show had already ended the year prior, but still odd as Dexter maintained at least one morning slot outside of Cartoon Cartoons.

The nighttime schedule wasn't anything special, as usual for the time period. Just 6 to 9 hours of Cramp Twins, Gadget Boy and Ned's Newt, in addition to 30 minutes of Atomic Betty which was odd to see.

Overall, it's an okay schedule but I can't help but feel bummed out that it wasn't as varied as I'd expect for the era. An absolute far cry from the US feed at the time, which appears to be the usual in most cases (minus the mid to late 2010s). The most notable (and strangest) omissions here are Juniper Lee, Ben 10 and Camp Lazlo. My Gym Partner's a Monkey supposedly didn't premiere until later on for some reason, so that explains the show's absence, but it doesn't for the other three. Unless they were on weekends like Johnny Test (my source only gave me the weekday schedule), I find it really odd how they just didn't air them that week, though knowing how inconsistent the UK feed has been, it would be fair to assume that they'd return shortly for new episodes or something.

#will also add that Pokemon was mostly on Toonami #it only aired through the main network on ocassion #or weekends idk #cartoon network #animation #classic cartoon network #2000s cartoons #cartoon network shows #throwback #cn city #ed edd n eddy #fosters home for imaginary friends

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enby-trainer · 1 year

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Poke Ball - If you have pokémon what kind of poke balls are they kept in?

Ordinary red/white balls with custom stickers of their names on 'em. I oughta decorate them more but I can't settle on a good way to do it.

Great Ball - Is there anything your pokémon are especially great at? Like tricks or moves?

Delphine's fave move is Play Rough, at least, I'm guessing it is since she uses it so often, and she's pretty good at it in my opinion. Meanwhile Nox's seems to be Power Gem? Also for the same reason.

Ultra Ball - How easy is it to bathe and groom your pokémon? What is needed to do so?

Usually the gals just clean themselves easily enough. They dislike getting dirty. Never needed to give either of 'em a bath.

Luxury Ball - What is one luxury you tend to take for granted or use to take for granted?

I used to tend to order DoorDash meals when I was too lazy to cook. And then one month I basically went broke because of my lack of self-control and sense. So, no more of that!

Heal Ball - Do you have any scars or injuries? How did you get them?

All the old cuts I got as a child from the multiple meowth my parents had growing up have healed and faded since then. Not all of those meowth liked children, y'know? And I was an annoying kid, always grabby-hands. Thankfully neither of my gals have ever seriously got me. Unrelated to pokemon, I got a fracture in one of my arms as a child when another kid pushed me off the monkey bars. Had to wear a cast.

Love Ball - Is there anyone you care deeply for? It can be romantic, platonic, or familial love.

My mom, for one. She wasn't perfect and still has her flaws to this day, but she loves me in the end and just wants me to be happy.

Friend Ball - Do you have any close friends? How did you meet them?

I don't really have any friends outside of my family, unfortunately. It's kind of lonely. One of the reasons I made this blog was so I could make new friends in the pokemon-owning community.

Repeat Ball - What is one thing that you could do over and over and never get tired of?

Eat! Sleep? Lol. I'm not very interesting. Well...if I could experience the feeling of winning a battle with your 'mon over and over again, that would probably be it. It's one of the few things in my life that make me feel like I know what I'm doing and I'm not a failure of a person. Which makes it suck even more when I lose.

Cherish Ball - What memory are you most fond of?

When Nox and Delphine were kittens, though Delphine was grown by the time Nox came into the picture. I hold those times near and dear to my heart.

Premier Ball - Are there any special events that you’re looking forward to in the future? If the event has already happened, what was it?

I plan to challenge a Unovan gym eventually! I just, uh, am indecisive...

Safari Ball - Have you been on any adventures? What were they?

Outside of New Tork? Not really. I've never left this city my whole life. I think I've got to change that...

Dusk Ball - Do you prefer the day or the night? Dawn or dusk?

I am a morning person.

Dream Ball - Do you have a dream? Or have you already achieved it?

I want to be a real, traveling pokemon trainer, I think. I've been stalling because I'm hesitant to give up everything I've gotten so far -- my job, my apartment. Being a professional trainer isn't easy, as far as I've observed...do you think I'm making up excuses? I'm not sure what I'm doing. All I know is sometime soon I need to try.

Heavy Ball - What is the biggest pokémon you own? What is the biggest Pokémon you are willing to own?

Both of my gals are averagely sized for Kantonian persian and both are about the same size as one another.

Strange Ball - What is the strangest thing you’ve seen or have heard about?

Why do scientists insist on making unethical hybrids like arctozolt and dracozolt? The poor things.

Park Ball - Do you take your pokémon out to fun places such as the park or the beach?

I take my 2 persian out to local parks as often as I can. Also on general walks.

Moon Ball - If you have pokémon that have evolved how did it happen? If they haven’t yet evolved do you or your pokémon ever plan on doing it?

If Nox and Delphine ever felt like they wanted to evolve before they did, they never let me know. I get the feeling neither of them expected to evolve either. For Delphine, it happened about half a year before Nox evolved. IIRC, meowth-Delphine was eating her daily dinner when suddenly she began to glow and change in shape. Nox, we were outside on a walk. I didn't expect any of it. They were both still pretty young, and to be honest they are still young now. Does this mean I'm a decent trainer? I hope so.

Quick Ball - Do you tend to take your time with things or do you have a ‘go go go’ attitude?

I am contradictory. Sometimes I have a go-go-go let's get this done right now kinda attitude, and then with other things I procrastinate badly.

Sports Ball - Have you participated in any competitions? Like pokémon contests or battle tournaments?

Not yet but we will. I am 26 and we've still got our whole life ahead of us. Don't remind me how some people start out at age 10 and still become champions...it makes me feel depressed about my progress.

Nest Ball - How old was your youngest pokémon when you got them?

Nox is the youngest, and she was practically a baby when I got her. Delphine was more of a teen.

#ic #pokemon #about nox #about delphine #about ansel

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welcomehomekid · 2 years

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But she knows that she’s nothing special aesthetically and so because she’s a low class human being she wants to see me suffer because I’m far more beautiful than she would ever dream of being that would make sense if it weren’t for the interesting circumstances and the bestiality and the ketamine and the food and the other disgusting things that you guys did to me this is absolutely a human rights awareness situation and it is very evident of the low IQs

Matt Stephanie Bryant is that person that you and I need to be able to take care of and I think you already know that of course and Stephanie Bryant also doesn’t have anything bad to say to those guys well… You can of course count on being filmed ketamine dogs the whole nine Stephanie Bryant just loves those dogs oh don’t she though… Now that’s true she doesn’t see you at all she was a very blinded woman I think that justice may know a lot more with blindfolds than I do or maybe I just need to introduce myself to myself

She never grew up as an immigrant… She never grew up in another country from her own… She never grew up in foster care and she thought that she could take advantage and steal from me because I was an orphan but she didn’t know that there was a lot more to this orphan than just helplessness she didn’t realize that they were police galore she didn’t realize a lot of things about a lot of things so now everybody in the former USSR can laugh hysterically at Stephanie Bryant and we even have transgender jokes for her ass

So you went to film school that’s what you said? My question for you is because this is a switcheroo kind of thing they’re two different men of course on the same wire… And Matt decided he already had the money why not spend it? So I said oh wow I need to really consider some money situation‘s here

We have never would stores so that we can figure out who would… Matt would you, Sir question. I know I know you guys are like why do you like those people… I don’t know it’s a heat thing… It’s hard to explain if you’re not one of the kinetic kids

That’s where they wanted to hurt me of course because they thought that you know they were the technology gurus who are going to enslave everybody in the United States of America and now Stephanie gets to Photoshop pictures of her with Josh rock in Paris France oh yes they were clearly photo shopped but then John Rigney comes to mind and of course we both know apparently at this point the difference between certain energies… You know that it became a signal I started to notice that there was a transference of energy where we would both snarl at each other almost yet you could smile that was one of the strangest kind of energy that I experienced as an adult because I didn’t notice if I was doing it as a child or not and then I realized I don’t want to get electroshock torture again

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st-juliet · 2 years

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Love-Performing Night

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: The Reader, an actress at Covent Garden Theatre and neighbor to a certain eccentric detective, is equal parts flustered and delighted when he arrives at the stage door after a performance.

Notes: I prefer giving a name to the Reader rather than using Y/N, but I hope you will make the appropriate substitutes in your imagination!

Content: Light intimations of imagined, enthusiastically consensual sex, suggestive language, and over-indulgent references to Shakespeare.

“Gentleman for you at the stage door, Miss Cane!”

“For me?

“Ay, Miss.”

“And I know who!” sang out Amelia, the company’s stunning chanteuse, who apparently cannot help but overhear everyone’s business at every moment and share her unvarnished opinions—as any best friend would—snapping open her delicate fan and smiling triumphantly.

“Tall, broad fellow?” inquires the wizened old stagehand who has come to deliver this news. “Got a great bouquet of roses with him.”

“Well, that surely cannot be—“

“It can and I’ll wager ten it is!” Amelia interrupts you.

“But why would he bring flowers?”

“It takes no detective to conjure that, Clara. I’m only surprised it took so long!”

“He has come to sweep you off your feet at last, then, oh diamond of the London stage?” you jest in turn, hoping to put her off with your teasing, if not at all untrue, flattery. “What a perfect pairing for the scandalmongers you’d make! The brightest of minds and the most elegant of celebrities—“

“The brightest of minds!” she mimics, pitching her voice like the swooning schoolgirl you hope you are not presently emulating yourself. “No, I am not for him and he is not for me and you know that.”

She sweeps away in a flutter of embroidered silk, smirking delightedly. A few starstruck choristers follow devotedly in her perfumed wake; Amelia is a woman for whom men bring flowers to the stage door. Yours is, by your own design, a quieter beauty, allowing you to slip anonymously away into the London streets when the curtain falls. Shielded by plain linen so unlike the silken sweetness of Juliet, Silvia, and Desdemona, most nights find you walking happily home to the garret apartment of an infamous address, let cheaply by a kind woman for the commotion often caused below.

From your window overlooking the street, you have watched a parade of clients enter and exit 221B Baker street, from to a small, veiled woman you suspect may have been Queen Victoria herself to the humblest of desperate factory workers…not to mention the troop of rag-tag children who would surely follow their hero to the edges of the earth, and certainly as far as Scotland Yard and back. And of course, a real-life Rosalind, revealing the glorious truth of herself and her bold dreams in a variety of disguises, whom you have come to know as his sister. She would be a fine actress herself, but that the women of the world require her to advocate for her interests in a different, special way.

And you have seen him. A creature of the strangest habit, who seems to go about his business just as you are coming home from yours, cordially greeting you beneath the starry skies as he sets forth with his faithful Doctor Watson at his side, or skulking through the shadows where you obligingly pretend you do not see him, even once paying your carriage fare—with a stern “You will permit me.”—on a cold, stormy evening.

You have met him a few mornings, too; emblazoned in your memory is the first time he climbed the narrow stairs to knock upon your door.

“Miss Cane. Forgive my intrusion, but I require for my latest case a woman’s opinion.”

“Is it so very different than a man’s?”

This was no flirtatious rejoinder, but a genuine question, one which provoked an hour of passionate conversation on that subject, and countless hours since on every topic under the sun. He ever more regularly seeks your opinions now, not only as a woman, but as a person of sentiment and gentle candor, niche knowledge, and an excellent facility for riddles and puzzles. More than you often care to admit to yourself, let alone to him, you treasure this natural continuation of your budding friendship, which has seemed, in these past weeks, to have reached a new and unexpected depth.

When a rare failure of his faculties resulted in tragedy, you taught him the cadence of sympathy, apology, and humble hope, without judgment or unkindness. On Amelia’s behalf and at your request, he retrieved a compromising letter, with the utmost respect and discretion. You have ever found him to be a gentleman, utterly vain and often supercilious to the ignorant, but of limitless compassion for the ostracized, the wounded, and the needy.

And of course, he is a man of amiable countenance. But at Covent Garden, everyone is. It is the nature of your profession to be well acquainted with beauty of all shapes, sizes, and kinds, and never be tempted into any sort of entitlement to or desert thereof. Your head cannot be turned by his keen blue eyes, such wide shoulders and powerful arms, those unruly curls that you can only imagine would feel softer than silk, winding your fingers through to pull him closer as his demanding lips press against—

No.

You harbor no thoughts, feelings, nor desires, on the part of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

None. Whatsoever.

But here he is. On your turf, so to speak, and rather out of his element, ducking beneath a sandbag, sidestepping a pile of blunted swords, and peering somewhat bemusedly at a tower of elaborate hats carried by in the arms of an eager dresser. He looks completely, charmingly out of place, so solemn and sophisticated in his immaculately pressed black tailcoat in the midst of this chaos of color and light. You cannot help but laugh, even as your breath hitches at his approach.

You have seen him in the guise of soldier, sailor, beggar, barrister, dandy, but never in his own best attire. To say Mr. Holmes is the eighth wonder would be doing the sight a disservice, or so your treacherous heart whispers, entirely against the will of your resolved mind. When his eyes finally meet yours, he sweeps his hat from his head, setting it aside almost absentmindedly. His expression is peculiar, almost wondrous, as he approaches, towering over you with a gentle smile that only rarely graces his countenance.

“Miss Cane.”

“Mr. Holmes!” Does your voice sound as breathless as you think it does? One can only hope not. “You should have told me you wished to come tonight; I would have secured a box for you.”

“It was an impulse of the moment. Do I intrude?”

“Not at all. Are these…for a case?”

“They are for ‘Juliet’.” Another smile. Heaven have mercy. “For you. How remiss I have been in never attending your performances.”

His gloved fingers brush yours lightly but deliberately as you take the roses in hand, and your heart skips a beat at the contact, but you are determined to hold his gaze and maintain your decorum.

“Nonsense—you have no obligation to visit your neighbor’s work, even if it is public, or artistic in nature.”

“My neighbor?”

He quirks an eyebrow, a fuller smile playing about his lips. You feel a flush rise in your cheeks. The slightest glance of his leather-clad hand, the common practice of a congratulatory bouquet—is this all it takes to send your common sense running through a metaphorical meadow of wilder dreams than you have any right to harbor? Surely Mr, Holmes himself would chide you for such careless deductions—no, suppositions, presumptions. But…roses. For you. Not just for a neighbor, but a…a…?

“No obligation even to a friend. But you are so kind to come—I rejoice to see you! Would you like a tour? I think our provisions will impress even someone with a disguise kit so luxurious as your own.”

Yes, indeed, a very a good jest, you lie to yourself. He will never know I want to kiss him here and now before Amelia, God, and everyone.

“Gladly,” he replies. “I am rarely baffled, Miss Cane, but this labyrinth of yours is equal parts stimulating and confounding. What on earth is that?”

“The shipwreck for The Sea Voyage. I believe it is meant to be abstract rather than representative.”

“I see. How could I have mistaken it?” He maintains a casual tone as he chuckles and straightens his cravat, but you can no longer deny that something else simmers below his cool demeanor. “And perhaps after, we might share a carriage back to Baker Street. We have much to discuss, you and I.”

“Indeed? Well, I have a private dressing room; if you’d prefer, we may start our tour there and speak at once, if—“

As you begin to gesture towards the nearby door, he reaches out and catches your hand, gently stroking his thumb across the sensitive inside of your wrist.

“Thank you, but not, I think, tonight.”

“But—“

He lowers his head to kiss your hand, then softly speaks into your ear.

“My darling girl, you are irresistibly lovely, and never more so than now. This—“ His eyes flick down to where your chest rises and falls with each expectant breath beneath the sheer white lace of Juliet’s burial gown. “—is certainly a clever trick of fate to test my restraint at such a critical moment. But I am not half the actor you are: you would quickly find me unable keep up the part of a gentleman for long.”

“Sir, I…”

“Look at you you blush. All the way down to your—“

If he finishes that thought, whispering to you so nearly that you can feel his breath on your neck, you fear you will swoon into his arms on the spot. You cut him off swiftly.

“Let me—let me go and dress. For if matters are so urgent as you say, then it seems we were best to postpone our tour.”

“Excellent,” he replies, his tone suddenly resuming a courteous gentility, as if his sensual murmurs of moments ago had been nothing but a fever dream. “I will certainly return to see this Sea Voyage business. Are you a castaway, Miss Cane...or a siren?”

“An Amazon warrior, actually. Sword, shield, and all.”

His eyes sparkle, despite his carefully composed expression.

“How intriguing. I will procure our carriage home. Ten minutes?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

He graces you with one last suggestive smile, then disappears once again into the milieu, leaving you to gaze upon the gorgeous roses for a heady, heavenly moment, before you hurry off to your dressing room to change. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, eyes bright and cheeks flushed a brighter crimson than the bouquet beside you, you somehow feel closer to Juliet than ever, even as you strip away the character’s costume and don your own clothes again.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo

Leap to these arms…

Did a love, yet untalked of and unseen, await you, with the man who could inspire in you more passionate poetry than Shakespeare could ever hope to write? Would it be acted tonight, most perfectly and unexpectedly, and so much better than a play? Summoning courage to match your passion, you made your way to the stage door and stepped out into the sweet, warm night, to meet Sherlock and discover if the starts might perhaps bless you both…

Thank you for reading! I was very much inspired by the works of @littlefreya who writes exquisite pieces for many Cavill characters, but whose heart-stoppingly sensual Sherlock stories in particular have captured me.

Part II can be found here!

#Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock Holmes x Reader #Sherlock Holmes x OFC #Enola Holmes #Sherlock Holmes fanfic #Henry Cavill Sherlock Holmes #Henry!Sherlock #Henry!Sherlock Holmes #Henry Cavill fanfic #Sherlock Holmes imagine #my writing

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years

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I'm sorry if I already requested this of you I honestly have the memory of a walnut. But can I request headcannons of the boys + dia who find out MC has an emotionally abusive husband? Like fluff with some murder maybe?

thank you

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: abusive relationship mentioned, some are a bit murdery, I don't know how to write fluff for such a situation but I tried

A/N: If you are in an abusive situation in the USA and need to speak to someone, please call 1-800-799-7233. If you cannot call, you can also text “START” to 88788. If it is safe for you, you can also go to the website directly. Abuse takes many forms, but it is always about control.

Feel free to add the numbers/contact for other countries if you have them.

Lucifer

He got upset at MC once and they flinched when he yelled and they started apologizing like there was no tomorrow. That was how he found out something was wrong. They wouldn’t say anything, but he could tell that something was deeply wrong. Perhaps he had never noticed before the formation of their pact how MC shuddered around him whenever he got upset, but now he did.

He is very careful not to yell again and when he does he is quick to lower his voice the second MC shows distress, reassuring them that he is not angry at them and would not harm them. It sounds almost hollow after how he acted when they originally met, but he means it.

There was one time MC dropped a dish on the floor while cooking and it broke, spilling hot food everywhere. They started picking up the pieces in a hurry, not even paying attention to how the hot shards burned and cut up their hands.

Lucifer was quick to pick them up off the ground and tend to the fresh injuries, all while they kept apologizing and saying that they would clean it up as soon as they could and saying they would make something else. Lucifer forbade them from doing either and cleaned the mess himself. He did that a lot. Took care of their ‘mistakes’ and cared for them. They would almost believe he wasn't the same terrifying man they had first met.

It takes a long time for MC to get used to their new relationship with Lucifer and once they do they are far more comfortable and less skittish.

He is not pressuring the story out of them. He can wait, as difficult as it is, for them to open up. However, he is no fool. He knows who is to blame, and that man should be very afraid should Lucifer and he ever meet.

Mammon

MC always spoke so well of their husband when they first met the brothers. Mammon was actually jealous and wished MC would talk about him that way. They would always say how kind their husband was and how he loved them and how he wanted the best for them. It sounded like some kind of cheesy romance novel.

Things started to get weird though when he and MC started to get even closer. He would invite them out, only to hear “I don’t think my husband would like that” or “I shouldn’t be alone with you”. It was weird the first time, but it quickly became a pattern. A very worrying pattern. Mammon knew abuse when he saw it. He was the family butt monkey and a witch punching bag, after all.

The difference is that he’s a fallen angel that is used to such treatment and, as a demon, the things done to him do very little in the long run. Humans are far more fragile though; their minds, bodies, and hearts. And then Mammon started to hate MC’s husband with a passion that could not be matched.

He cared less about making that bastard pay and more about taking care of MC. Such treatment can ruin a person, especially good people like MC. He would do anything to show them that they deserved better than that man, whatever that eventually meant.

Leviathan

He and MC have a little too much in common for his taste. It is actually almost disgusting how little self-worth they seem to have, but he can also see how that was trained into them.

They play down their worth a lot: “It’s nothing”, “It could be better”, “I failed again”, etc. They never say anything positive about themself. They are really good at picking out their flaws, but almost incapable of pointing out their merits.

It goes against everything Levi believes in, but he has to start praising them since they won’t praise themself. He likes hanging out with them, the stuff they make is nice, they are a really quick learner. It feels weird to praise someone, but it’s nice to see MC start to feel a little better about all the things they do.

Although, he also has the mild thought of showing MC’s husband that there are more terrifying things in the world than the horrors a human is capable of. After all, Levi has seen the monsters that dwell in the deep; he is one of those monsters and there is a reason humans fear the darkest depths.

Satan

There are some wonderful upsides to being the avatar of wrath. Normally, Satan wouldn't be so crass as to give into them, but sometimes humanity is just so vile that he can't help himself.

One of those upsides is a mind filled to the brim with the instinctual desire to rip and tear anything he can get his hands on to pieces. It's an instinct he fights off constantly with his centuries of training and self-discovery, but just this once he doesn't mind becoming the beast he was born as.

MC's husband squeals like a stuck pig throughout the entire night, only the winds, spiders, and Satan being able to hear and appreciate the sound. And appreciate it he does, until the screaming stops and his hands are drenched with blood.

He really needs to get himself cleaned off before he sees MC again, otherwise they will be terrified. He needs to look his best when they come running to him worried about their missing husband. It’s sad how much they worry about him despite everything.

Asmodeus

MC was always so calm and docile when he wanted to spend time with them. He didn’t really get it at first but it was easier to dress them up and take them out, so he didn’t question it. At least, not until someone (read: Solomon) not so subtly pointed out that it is unusual for someone to be so passive, almost to the point of being doll-like.

Asmo didn’t believe it at first. How could anyone treat someone as sweet as MC so cruelly, especially someone that is supposed to love them? But from that day onward, his eyes were opened up and he started to notice things.

The way they didn’t put forth their own opinions and let him take the lead on everything, how they stuck close to him when they both went out, the subtle way their fingers reached out then drew back when they liked something.

“Do you like it?” He would ask and their response was “do you?”

It was so difficult to get them to start putting their own wants and desires above what they thought he’d like. When they showed interest in something, he would fawn all over it. If they liked something, he liked it too. He would buy them things they even glanced casually at, told them they were worthwhile and lovely, anything that other man would never say to them.

He tore them down so completely, but Asmo would work tirelessly to build them back up.

Beelzebub

He is the softest man in the world, and sometimes MC just lets things slip out. He’s very easy to open up to and they don’t think about what they say. He was the first person that they opened up to about what was happening to them.

Suffice it to say, Beel was shocked when they mentioned how terrified they were for the exchange program to end. Despite everything that they had been through over the past year, they didn’t want to go back.

Beel had only felt so powerless one other time in his life. He couldn’t go with them to protect them and they couldn’t stay in the Devildom forever to stay safe. It was painfully cruel just how much he couldn’t help them.

All he could do was hold them and listen to them get everything off of their chest, dreading the day that the exchange program would end.

MC has to hurry up and learn how to summon him, because he wants to keep them safe from that awful situation. He would never allow another person it the world to hurt them again.

Belphegor

Belphie likes exactly one human in the three realms and every other one is none of his concern. Or, they wouldn’t be his concern if it weren’t for the fact that the one human he cared about was the victim of this particular instance.

He’s not like some of his other brothers. He doesn’t do comfort and he isn’t the best at torture, prefering to get everything over with quickly so he doesn’t have to expend all the extra energy. But, for such a special occasion, he is more than willing to put in the effort.

Humans really do create their own worst fears. Their minds run a mile a minute and they have the strangest way of finding how their own terrors can overpower what little defenses they have.

He may not be able to touch MC’s husband, but he can certainly return every slight against his favorite human. Long, sleepless nights wracked with unending horrors that only that man can truly appreciate.

All the while, he will gladly hold MC when their own nightmares overtake them, trying to put their mind at ease for just this moment. How he wished that his powers could control the waking world as well as their dreams...

Diavolo

“Don’t go back.” It was the first time Diavolo had brought up the idea. It was one he had been considering for a long time, knowing that it was extreme given that MC was a human and had to live in the human realm. However, he couldn’t live with himself knowing the kind of life MC would return to once they left.

The shouting, the insults, discarding everything MC liked because their husband doesn’t care for it… Diavolo would never feel right knowing he sent someone dear to him back there.

He had the means to help them get literally anywhere but back to that man. Diavolo could help set them free from that life, even if they didn’t want to stay in the Devildom. He knew MC would have the support of everyone they had met.

All they had to do was say yes and he would move the Devildom itself to get them out of there.

#obey me #dark fic #mine #request #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #headcanon #obey me headcanons

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

No problem buddy, thanks for the request! >:3

Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

Also, my requests are still open, if anyone else is interested!

Enjoy!

Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

...

Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.

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