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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Hi 👋

I haven't ever requested anything before and I don't know what exactly to dodo I hope this is okay.

I like price the best but I'd be fine with anyone.... Or everyone if that a thing. I'd like a Female reader

So the idea is based off one of my insecurities. I'm a virgin which at my age isn't super common and I also have never been able to have an orgasm myself due to being unable to relax.

What if a reader had the same circumstances and one of the boys find out and helps, y'know.

Love you 💗

Hello, lovely!! Thank you so much for the request! I would just like to say that you don't need to be insecure about that <3 Everyone moves at their own speeds and that's okay! Love you, too!!

First Time

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Synopsis: It was meant to be a simple evening spent at a pub, but as their conversations strayed, it turned into much more than that. Neither of them could have expected it to end the way it did.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Captain!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut. Mature content. 18+ only

Warnings: Swearing, slight alcohol consumption, description of male and female anatomy, talk of masturbation, driving after drinking (Please don't drink and drive!!!), smut, praise, body worship, fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, p in v, protected sex, after care

Word Count: 4.4 k

Note: This was proofread, but my eyes hurt from looking at the screen so there might be some mistakes. Sorry about that!!

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The sound of glasses clinking against one another echoed in the small booth they had found themselves in. The pub was uncharacteristically quiet, only a handful of chattering civilians and humming workers filling up the place.

Perhaps visiting in the middle of the week had its perks. They did not have to deal with loud teenagers celebrating their 18th Birthday, oh so happy they could finally buy themselves a pint of beer. There was no ear-piercing yelling, no obnoxious laughter, and no cheering that followed the sound of a glass smashing against the hardwood floor.

It was peaceful. Quiet. Relaxing in a way.

The past few weeks had exhausted her to the bone. After a mission almost gone wrong, the days were nothing but constant meetings and paperwork that had her hand cramping every few minutes. Her eyes were begging for a break, stinging in the corners as they dried up from exertion.

Her head felt heavy, and the sweet alcoholic drink she sipped on every couple of minutes only seemed to be making it worse. Her cheek pressed against the palm of her hand and her eyes fell shut on their own accord. A sharp exhale passed her lips, followed by a quiet murmur, “I think I might go on extended leave.”

The burly man in front of her hummed, his own tiredness getting the better of him as he took sips of his beer. “Think I might, too.”

“Yeah?” she opened an eye to peak at her co-worker, “What’re you gonna do?”

“Sleep,” was his answer, and she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, “You?”

She shrugged, rolling her shoulders and moving back to lean against the soft backrest, “The same probably,” she admitted, “Maybe go on a walk or two.”

He moved forward, leaning against the wooden table and rubbing his coarse fingers against his face, “Don’t have anyone waiting for you?” he questioned curiously.

She shook her head in a reply, “Never had.”

“Never?”

“Never. You?”

“Used to,” he muttered, his voice deep, “A couple times. Never worked out.”

She sent him a smile which told him she understood. “Away too much?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I don’t hold it against them. I’d get sick of waiting, too.”

There was a pause. His eyes were transfixed on hers, as if contemplating his next words. He swirled the beer around in his glass and took a large swig.

“What do you mean by never?” he asked with curious eyes, continuing to speak upon noticing her confused gaze, “Never anything serious? Was it just like a... fleeting summer fling?” he gestured with his hands, the curiosity pulling him out of his tired state.

She almost rolled her eyes in response. “No, John. By never I mean never. As in I’ve never been with anyone in any way, shape or form.”

Silence. A blink. She could almost see the gears turning in his head.

Surprise was the first emotion she saw on his face. Perhaps she should have expected this. No-one really expects someone her age to still be a virgin. Not that it never happened, clearly, it was just uncommon. She could only blame it on her tired brain; it was rare for her to truly speak her mind. Under any other circumstances, she would have simply said, ‘it never got serious’, or ‘it didn’t work out.’

“Anything?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I never really had the time, John,” she replied, her tone suddenly defensive, “This job is basically my entire life.”

He put his hands up in mock defence, a gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “Not shaming you,” he defended, “Just surprised is all.”

“Too old to be a virgin I guess... but from what I heard from other women; I’m not exactly missing anything.”

He laughed, his eyes creasing in the corners before he took the last swig of his beer, “Guess you can do a better job yourself.”

She could feel her cheeks heating up at his words. Her eyes immediately left his as she looked away, “God, this is awkward.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is, John. It’s embarrassing.”

“How?” he hummed, resting his arm on the backrest of the booth, “We’re just two adults sharing stories. Nothing to be ashamed of, really.”

“You’re making me wish I was back at the base.” she retaliated.

He almost snorted, “Alright, alright, I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.”

A pause.

Of course, He didn’t drop it. “D’you ever think about it?”

“John.”

“Just wondering,” he said, but when her cold gaze reached his warm one, he let out a defeated sigh, “Alright, lets change the subject.”

Despite his willingness to speak about something else, she could see the curiosity still dancing faintly in his eyes. His fingers were mindlessly playing with the empty glass in his hands, teeth biting onto the inside of his cheek, and his foot creating a quiet rhythm as it tapped against the wooden floor.

She let out a sharp breath, “Sometimes.”

“Hm?”

“I think about it... sometimes,” her voice was meek; quiet. As if ashamed of what she was telling him.

He crossed his arms and rested them on the table, eyes brightening with sudden interest. “It’s normal,” he assured her with an amused smile, “Any candidates?”

“No,” she denied.

Wetting his lips, he manoeuvred his body around the table and sat closely beside her, his muscular arm draping behind her on the cushion backrest. “How about him?” he pointed with his eyes.

Across the pub sat a man one could only describe as handsome. A strong jaw, thick hair and dressed in a nice button-up shirt. He didn’t seem to be waiting for anyone, rather like he was taking a few minutes to unwind after a stressful day at work. He was attractive but-

“I don’t want to have sex with just anyone, John,” she countered, turning to look his way.

Due to the nature of their conversation, she became increasingly aware of his proximity. His forearm, draped over the cushion, was almost pressing against the back of her neck. His thigh was pressed flush against hers, chest almost pressing against her shoulder as his other arm rested on the table, practically caging her in. She could feel his slow breaths fan across her hot cheek, and when their eyes met, she could see the same thoughts swimming in his head.

Sitting so very close to him, she took the chance to scan his face. The freckles that littered his nose and cheeks were faint but added a certain softness to his otherwise hard features; like those sharp blue eyes currently staring her down. His skin, although smooth, was dried out from the extreme conditions he was often exposed to, creating many wrinkles he wouldn’t otherwise have.

When their eyes met again, she couldn’t deny the sudden pull she felt towards him. She wanted nothing more than to cup his face in her hands – to feel the roughness of his beard scratch her palms – to press her lips against his, to taste the cigars he smoked so much on his tongue. Despite knowing she should, she could not look away; couldn’t break the intense eye contact they were sharing.

He cleared his throat suddenly, eyes snapping from hers and to the half-full glass that still sat in front of her, “You done with that?” he asked, his voice deeper than before.

Looking over at her drink, she hummed, no longer interested in the alcohol she was so happy to drink not even half an hour ago.

He nodded almost urgently, collected the two glasses and took them to the bartender who was cleaning the bar with a white cloth. The two men exchanged pleasantries, and soon enough John was back at the table.

“Need a lift?” he asked, hopeful.

“You’ve been drinking,” she pointed out, her eyebrow rising as she pushed herself to her feet.

John sent her a look, “Only one beer... and it was watered down anyway.”

“Hm,” she hummed, grabbing her coat and putting it on, “Alright.”

The moment she stepped outside the warm pub, she was met by the freezing evening air. It prickled on the skin of her cheeks, instantly numbing them as they walked in the direction of his car. John was a gentleman through and through, and the moment the car came into view, he rushed to open the door on the passenger’s side, letting her in with a smile on his face. The car ride was mostly quiet, with only a few words exchanged throughout and the radio filling up any silence that stretched between them.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but with her mind going to inappropriate places every time he reached for the gear stick – with his veins popping out and fingers gripping tightly around it - she couldn’t wait to get out of the enclosed space. She couldn’t help but wonder how those fingers would feel against her naked skin, how they would feel gripping onto her in the most inappropriate of ways. At this point, she was shamelessly ogling him, and although she was certain he could feel her gaze on him, he didn’t say a word; not a peep, not even a look spared her way.

As much as she hoped to get out of the car, the moment he parked in front of her home, she felt nothing but disappointment. She wanted to, nay, needed him to stay with her. She needed him beside her for however long he would grant her, but this was way too early.

The words slipped out before she could even properly process her thoughts, “Would you like to come in?”

He stared at her for a short while, his eyes searching hers for something. She wasn’t sure what exactly, but she felt herself relax when he nodded, a breathless, “Yeah,” leaving his pink lips.

Surrounded by the familiarity of her own home, a feeling of comfort spread throughout her. Discarding their coats and shoes, the two ventured into the warm kitchen, where silence settled upon them once more.

“Hungry?” she eventually asked, to which he shook his head in reply, “Thirsty?”

“No,” he slowly approached her, a soft smile gracing his features.

He took in a deep breath upon stopping barely a foot away from her, his hand reaching up to fix a strand of hair that stuck out beside her ear. He rested his palm against her cheek then, and the warmth that radiated off his skin almost made her press further into him, to feel more of his touch.

As his thumb began to draw invisible circles against her skin, he angled her face to lock their eyes together. He leaned forward slowly, analysing any micro-expression on her face that told him to stop, that she didn’t want this. But he found none. In fact, her eyes looked hopeful... needy almost.

A faint gasp escaped her when the tip of his nose bumped into hers, swiping it across so that it then pressed against the apple of her cheek. His lips were like a ghost against hers, barely touching, yet still feeling their inviting presence.

“May I?” he asked seriously, refusing to take the first step without clear permission.

Her hands cupped his cheeks as a quiet plea escaped her lips. “Please,” she almost begged as her forehead pressed against his.

He gave in then, and the moment their lips melted together, they released breathy sighs of relief. His lips were soft, his beard equally so which was a pleasant surprise. She expected the dark hair to dig into her skin, to burn her chin and cheeks, but the hairs were gentle, like a soft cushion against her cheek.

What was a gentle kiss at first, quickly turned into something more. His hands eagerly transcended from her cheek, down to her neck, and eventually resting on the curve of her hips. He caged her in, the small of her back pressing against the cold of the countertop, but she felt nothing short of secure.

His hold on her was comforting, and perhaps it was due to his role as her trusted co-worker for what felt like decades that made her feel that way, but she couldn’t deny that his presence brought her a sense of comfort. A sense of safety she didn’t often feel.

“John,” she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips.

He hummed in question, his lips pressing against the softness of her cheek as his hands moved underneath her top and massaged her hips with his fingertips. She hummed at the feeling and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him in even closer.

“Not in the kitchen,” she whispered into his ear.

He smiled against her, fingers entangling with hers as he pulled her away from the hard countertop. ‘Lead the way’ he told her with only his eyes. No words needed to be said for her to understand – to know what she was to do.

Pulling him behind her, she took him straight to her room, where the bed looked more inviting than ever before. His hands were quick to find their way back to her hips, where he squeezed her comfortingly and pulled her flush against his chest.

“Are you sure?” he questioned her, his brows knitting together with a certain worry.

A soft nod, “Yeah.”

“Not just anyone...” he repeated her earlier words whilst cupping her face lovingly.

She smiled and pressed her lips against his own, “You’re not just anyone, John.”

As they melted into a passionate kiss, John swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry which he was eagerly granted. His tongue pressed against hers, tangling together in a lustful dance as a high-pitched moan rumbled through her throat. A feeling of embarrassment flooded through her at her own reaction, but before she could pull away from him and apologise, he let out a moan of his own.

He was slow to lift her shirt up to her ribs, even as he walked her backwards until the back of her knees were pressing against her wooden bedframe. With their lips parting, and a look shared between them, he pulled the shirt off her body and threw it mindlessly across the room. She didn’t have the time to turn insecure – to cover herself up from his prying eyes – as he, too, discarded his shirt to reveal his strong chest.

Her eyes were soon glued to the newly revealed piece of skin her eyes had never gazed upon. Littered with scars, and covered with a small amount of chest her, he was nothing short of attractive. Beautiful, she would even say.

Grasping her hand in his, he brought her hand up to rest against the skin of his chest, then her ribcage, and finally down to his abdomen, she was met with a thick-haired happy trail. She swallowed thickly, and her eyes moved up to meet with his.

He could see the concern clear as day in her eyes. Nervous. Heart beating at a rate it never has before.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, his voice soothing as he reached for the zipper of her jeans.

He pulled it down slow, his eyes never leaving hers to assure she was still comfortable, to know whether she had changed her mind. When he saw nothing on the sort, he pushed down the waist band of her jeans, one hand pushing from her hip as the mother moved to the curve of her ass until the jeans were half-way down her thighs.

She helped him then, ridding herself of the material to leave her in only her underwear. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, admiring every piece of skin revealed to him.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered lowly, causing a smile to bloom on her face.

He reached for the buckle of his belt then, but before he could undo it, her soft hand stopped him from doing so. His brows knit, wondering whether she had changed her mind, but instead of telling him to stop, she reached for his waistband and began to undo his belt herself. The metal clinked loudly as she worked on it, her hands shaking as she moved on to his zipper and pulled it down to reveal the band of his boxers.

“Lay down for me,” he told her, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

She wordlessly did as she was told, laying down on the comfy bed as John got out of the confines of his jeans. The tent that was slowly forming on his boxers was clear, even more so as he crawled above her, his arms resting by either side of her head.

She was first to kiss him, her lips nipping at his as their tongues met once again. Her hands, previously staying glued to his face, ventured down; she explored his body starting from his shoulders, the bumpy scar tissue thick underneath her fingers as she ventured further downward. She cherished the softness of him, the warmth that spread to her fingertips like a flame.

Pulling away from her eager mouth, his lips travelled down to her jaw, neck, and collarbone before placing soft kisses on the soft flesh of her covered breasts.

Her breathing turned heavier, her fingers tangling in his short hair as he reached underneath her, grabbing onto the strap on her back. The bra was pulled off without struggle, releasing her breasts from its tight hold and exposing them to his eyes.

She felt the urge to cover herself up; to hide away from his tender eyes. His own hands beat her to it, engulfing her perk nipples with his warm palms as he kissed down the valley between them. The open-mouthed kisses he was placing just below her collarbone descended further, replacing his right hand as he began to nip at her nipple.

She moaned at the feeling, her eyes clenching shut and back arching from the soft bed. It was as if electricity was flowing through her veins, causing hairs to stand at the back of her neck and skin to erupt in goosebumps. One of her legs lifted around his hip and her crotch lifted involuntarily. His covered cock ground into hers clothed core at the movement, and a guttural moan vibrated in his chest.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his right hand travelling down to her clothed core. He lifted the waistband gently, his fingers digging underneath it until his soft fingertips reached her already swollen clitoris.

“John,” she cried at the feeling. Her thighs moved in an attempt to close around his wrist, but only wrapped around his waist instead.

His finger moved in slow circles around her bud, the pressure slowly increasing as her breathless moans turned harsher; faster as the feeling spread throughout her body.

“Relax,” he whispered, feeling her tense underneath him at the unfamiliar feeling.

“I’m Sorry,” she replied, swallowing hard when he moved back up to look her in the eyes, “I’ve never-”

His brows furrowed at her embarrassed expression, “Finished?” he asked, to which he nodded, “Not even by yourself?”

“I-,” he took in a deep breath as his fingers ceased their movements, “I’m not sure how.”

John hummed at her answer. Pressing a quick kiss against her lips, he moved to sit on his knees, staring into her eyes as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her underwear. Receiving a small nod from her, he pulled the material down her legs until she was completely bare in front of him.

Her core glistened from the arousal that slowly leaked out of her, wetting her labia with a shiny coat. He pressed a kiss against her knee, muttering soft praises as he moved closer and closer to her throbbing clit.

“Relax for me, yeah?” he said, and although she wasn’t sure whether she would be able to, she sent him a nod.

He wasted no time pressing his lips against her clit, softly sucking on the sensitive flesh as his fingers moved to spread her lips apart. The wet sound that echoed from this movement had her almost cringing, but when a finger pushed past her entrance, she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips.

Her fingers pulled at his hair as his finger began to pump in and out, in and out, in and out. His lips were relentless, kissing and sucking on the most sensitive part of her with newfound vigour before another finger was pushed inside of her.

“John,” she called as a strange feeling erupted in her stomach and her walls began to clench around him.

“That’s it, love,” he complimented, the vibrations of his voice pulling a loud whine out of her, “Doing so well for me.”

“John, I-” her thighs clenched around his face and before she knew it, her back was arching from the bed and the knot that formed in her stomach finally broke, coating his finger and tongue with a thin liquid.

His movements didn’t cease, but the pumping got slower, milking her orgasm as she slowly came down from her high. He swallowed the fluid that covered his tongue and licked his lips before crawling back up to place a deep kiss on her lips.

She groaned at the taste on his tongue, her own arousal filling her tastebuds. “How was that?” he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.

“Good,” she said, unsure how else to reply.

“Yeah?” she nodded, “Good. D’you want to continue, or-”

“Yes,” she cut him off, “Please.”

“Have you got any condoms?” he asked hopeful, to which she nodded and wordlessly reached for her bedside table.

“A joke from a friend,” she whispered, handing him the untouched pack.

He hummed, pulling out and placing the latex along his length. “Cruel joke,” he commented and placed himself back between her thighs.

She only smiled, and then gazed between her legs to take a peek at his hardened length. Her eyes visibly widened, nervousness suddenly proving her speechless.

“Hey,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her temple, “If it’s too much, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she whispered back, cradling his face.

He simply smiled and took his length into his hand, guiding it up and down her slit to coat the tip of the condom with her orgasm. The mere feeling of his cock pressing against her caused her eyes to close, and fingers reach for his own.

He granted her the comfort, entangling their fingers together as he began to push into her. Despite her previous orgasm relaxing her walls, the sting of pressure as he entered her was still present. It wasn’t painful per se, but the pressure was not comfortable either.

He cooed into her ear, whispering sweet nothings to soothe her until be bottomed out inside her. No inch of him was left, the tip of his covered cock kissing her cervix as whilst he waited for her to adjust to his size.

One of her legs moved up to his waist, the other being pushed up by John himself until her feet were locked together on his back. He pushed even deeper then, and she moaned at the pleasant feeling when he pushed into her.

“Please,” she begged, her own hips rocking against him to stimulate some friction.

He was happy to provide her with what she needed, pulling almost completely out of her before thrusting back in. She could only mewl at the feeling, her hands reaching for him and pulling him close as he thrusted into her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and thighs squeezed his waist as he peppered loving kisses along the expanse of her throat.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him ever so close as she tugged on his short hair. His beard tickled her skin, but at that moment she could pay it no mind, much too focused on the feeling of his going moving in and out of her wet entrance. The slick sounds echoed in the room, and though she felt embarrassed by them earlier, right now they only added to the arousal that was slowly building up in her stomach once again.

She hadn’t expected for her second orgasm to approach her so soon, but from how John moaned and picked up his pace at the feeling of her clenching walls, she could tell he was not complaining. His fingers reached between both their bodies, and as if the penetration was not enough, he began to rub harshly against her clit, spreading the wetness that covered her skin.

“John-” she whined, her legs holding him more securely against her, “Harder-”

He grunted in her ear as his hand slammed against the pillow by her head. His hips increased their pace per her request and his tip began to slam against her cervix harder than it had before. Not too hard, careful not to cause her any discomfort as he changed the pace.

The sudden change seemed to finally throw her off the edge, and with a harsh clench of her walls, she came around his still thrusting cock. John was not too far behind her, as his thrusts soon began to turn sloppy. Her spasming walls guided him through it, and with one last, deep thrust he came inside the latex condom that separated them.

Their breathing was harsh as they attempted to catch their breaths and calm down their heartbeats. John kissed her once more, this time much softer – gentler – than he had before, and slowly pulled out of her.

She whined at the loss of contact, hands and legs attempting to keep him in place, but he just laughed, and assured her he would come back in just a second.

And he did. After throwing away the used condom, he returned with a cloth wet with warm water, and wiped the stickiness that was smeared on her inner thighs and her puffy lips. He disappeared once again then, getting rid of the cloth and returning to her, where she was now laying underneath a thick duvet.

His arms wrapped securely around her waist in a comforting embrace. “About that Leave,” he began, gaining her attention, “How about instead of sleeping... we get dinner some day?”

She turned to look into his eyes, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I am,” he confirmed with a large grin, “So?”

“I’d like that,” she admitted, “a lot.”

“A date it is, then,” he muttered, pressing one last kiss against the crown of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.

John Price Tag list: @neon-lights-27

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months

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Have a Short WIP

for the Ark/DC crossover. How much sleep do you think Bruce has gotten so far?

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“Day three in maybe-ancient times on this island,” Jason said dramatically, poking at the fire with a stick. “Robin has already started a dodo uprising, Batwoman is the best at catching fish, her stride can’t be broken, and I think Signal is going to go mad with the power of the sun soon. Spoiler has made a statue out of leaves, and I am pretty sure she’s going to sacrifice Red Robin to it, what do you think?”

Bruce sighed, shaking his head as Cass gave a thumbs up to her brother. Harper, who was carving out some wood to make a bowl, tilted her head. “Why do you say island huh?”

“Because it sounds better, obviously.”

“Mm… fair.”

“B, Nightwing is hanging upside down in the trees again!”

“Red you traitor!”

Bruce sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing. He set down his armful of branches and logs, slipping over towards where Tim had shouted, already feeling exhausted. “Boys, don’t fight,” he called, looking up to indeed see his oldest hanging from several vines pouting at one of his middle children. “Nightwing, get down until your equipment is fixed.”

“Aw, c’mon B!” The ravenette whined but did do as he asked, even if it was with an unnecessary flip. “I’m not going to fall that easily!” He knew that, but his anxiety was high enough already and it wasn’t like he had brought his medicine which… ugh.

“Hm.”

#batman au #dc #dcu #stuck in ark au #ark crossover #ark survival evolved #ark survival ascended #ark #batfamily #batfam #batman #writing wip #story wip #my writing #They're using codenames still until they're certain about their situation #No idea if they're being observed after all #Carrie is shooting berries with her slingshot to the birds

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thatoneguydownthestreet · 1 year

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In which Riddle almost learns about the bubonic plague and Dora the Explorer becomes a fucking demon

FEM ALIGNED DNI I WILL SMITE YOU

When you approached riddle, he first thought you were going to tell him whatever stupid thing his two troublesome first years were doing.

His second was that you were going to fight him, judging by the look on your face.

"Riddle. Can I ask you something?", but you didn't do any of that. Instead, you had a serious expression on your face, which only served to put riddle on edge.

"Sure. Just be sure to make it quick. I have an unbirthday party to plan for", he really didn't. Unbirthday parties were on all on a schedule to be carried out (when he felt like it), and the next one wasn't supposed to be for another three weeks.

You didn't need to know that though.

You just smiled in response to this, a little bit strained which sent riddles nerves in a slight frenzy.

What was happening right now? What did you want?

"Oh. This is actually about the unbirthday party", oh boy. Here we go again.

Riddle could feel his patients start to run thin as he put on a tight smile. People complained endless about how he ran things. Especially the unbirthday parties.

It had cooled down a bit since...his incident, but he still got more than his fair share of complaints from the Heartslabyul students.

He took a deep breath. It was from you. It was probably nothing major. You didn't really seem to care much about what people did at the parties as long as you could eat.

Just smile riddle. Be polite. That's all you need to do.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Well, kind of", your smile only got more strained.

Oh my, who pissed you off? Did he have to collar Ace again? Sevens he hoped not. Honestly, it was getting embarrassing at this point.

...

Why did he hear music? It wasn't like anything he'd ever heard before.

He couldn't understand any of the words? His gaze darted about every which way before it settled on you again.

You didn't seem to hear it.

"...oh?"

"Yeeaaahhh. So. Remember before your overblot?", ....The strange music was immediately forgotten.

No perfect. He didn't remember his overblot. Who would remember that horrible, horrible, taste of ink as it forced its way up you throat and threw your blood stream? Clouding every little thought that you had and making you just drown in your anger until it was nothing but pure RAGE.

Honestly, you said these words like they were nothing.

Like they weren't some kind of forbidden taboo amongst the dorm- No. Amongst the school.

As if those words had no effect at all.

And yet here you are, bringing it up so casually. If you weren't there (and in very real danger) yourself, he would most definitely not be responding as politly as he was about to.

"...yes. Yes i remeber my overblot perfect", unfortunately for him, you were there, and consequently, you get a pass.

Your smile on got more strained. And the music only got louder. He could now vaguely make out the words in a language he'd never heard before and....was that old trade?

"Great. You know how you used to run unbirthday parties?", you still didn't react to the music that seemed to be coming from absolutely everywhere, so he tried his best to ignore it and focus on your conversation.

....Although, he was going to be honest here. He still didn't exactly know what this conversation was about.

"Backpack Backpack"

Riddle flinched. Sevens, why did that sound like it was right next to his ear?

All of his senses and survival skills he'd learned from idias video game talk he'd heard him say in passing were screaming at him to run.

"Yn..what exactly is the point of this"

"Do do dodo do dor-"

Radio static cut the voice off before it said anything else.

"The mouse riddle. This is about the mouse", and all of the sudden, the fake joy and the faux smile were gone. Replaced with seriousness and a look in your eyes that held a plethora of emotions. Ranging from disappointment to anger to concern.

A chill was sent straight down his spine.

Just what in the sevens true names was going on?!

He didn't know what to think about it.

...was he going crazy?

(Was he going mad)

No! No...

He didn't want to think about this. So he didn't, opting to just ask:

"The mouse?"

"Yeah, the mouse. This is about the mouse riddle. You had a MOUSE. in the TEA POT!", ...ah?

Riddle sighed. Somewhat relived. (It did nothing to put him at ease. The music was getting louder.) So that's all this is.

Ok. He can deal with this. He's had complaining over the small details of the unbirthdays before.

He could handle this.

"The queen of hearts rules dictate that-"

"Riddle. Riddle look at me."

Ok. So you weren't having that apparently.

"..."

"You had a mouse, a dirty fucking mouse-"

"It was quite clean actually", never in all his life did he think he'd have to defend a mouses cleanliness, and yet here he was.

"D̷̡͕͇̺̖͍͖͔͚͖̈́̂̎̆̍̅̎͑̄̋̋̑̅̀͜ͅö̷̜͍̮̫̦̘̞͑͋̾͊͆́̎̔̈́̓͋̐̓͜͜͜r̵̡͖̹͚̰͙̪̞̠͙͗͌̈a̶̡͓̪͇̤͙̞͕̲̲̺͆͂̏͐̈́͑͗̇͐ ̷̢̛̹͒̈́̓̉͑̕D̸̩̏̒͂̀̏͆o̴̮̊̆̈́́̈̄͌̈́͊͆̕͝͠r̷̨͙̬͎̼͈̠̜̙͌̏͌̀̀̾́̅̓̈́͗͆̓̄̕a̷̡̦̟̣̣̦̜̱̬̮̿̇̽͛̎̅̓̀̕͘͝ ̸̧̱̳͕͚̓̽̏̈́̈́̋͂̿͆̓͘̕D̵̙̬̥͕͔̑̆́̀̊̑̏̉͝ơ̶̛̜͇͔̝̠̿͜r̸̖̺͈͎̥̦͕̙̩̝̯̀͗͌̎̆̓͌̏̓́͘ą̶̝̲̫̓͛̊̓̅̊ the explorer"

He flinched again. He really wished he'd learned old trade before he came to NRC

"-in the filled fucking tea pot that yall drank from", you were getting more and more erratic (and the music was only getting louder)

Take a deep breath.

"Yes? Did you expect us to not drink from it?"

You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

"..bro what"

You were waiting for him to say sike. You were waiting for-

Dora the Explorer to come out of the woodwork and say "can you spot the liar? Can you spot the liar? Can you spot the liar? Is he to the left, or the right?", but none of that happened. And you could feel your anger rising.

...where did that thought come from?

Whatever.

"Are you trying to spread some brand new fucking disease?! This is some bubonic plague type shit!", did he not remember any of that history?

Unfortunately, in your anger, you didn't see the little shadow that bolted across the room. All you could see is riddles confused and concerned expression, like you were the one that was out if his damn mind.

...

Why did he look so creeped out?

"....", Riddle didn't respond. He was looking somewhere behind you, his eyes kept darting from one place to another like he was looking for something.

"I means seriously riddle, think! One day you're gonna send these students home and then Whoops half of Europe just died! and now you have biological warfare because Genghis Khan decided he was just that extra! "

"I.. I don't think I'm following", his voice sounded so fragile and unsure that you actually stopped for a minute.

...maybe after your scolding, you can make him some milk tea with honey.

But still, you came here to scold him, so that must come first.

"What the hell. Do you mean. You don't think you're following"

Riddle seemed to snap out of whatever...state he was in a bit and looked at you.

"What exactly is the bubonic plague? And what's europe"...what the fu- ohhhhhh wait.

"...oh yeah", you looked away suddenly embarrassed.

No wonder he was acting like he didn't know. He didn't.

You took a breath. Ok. So this was a magical world right? So maybe this kind of thing just-

Riddle made a cut off scream. Forcing you to look up.

You froze.

His skin was a deathly pale color, and his face was now contorted into one of simple, sickeningly raw horror.

And he was looking behind you.

Riddle had wanted this conversation to end after the first sentence. He wanted this day to end after the first minute of waking up. He wanted the stupidly cheery and childish old-trade music to stop after the first note.

Everything felt wrong. Nothing felt real. The people felt artificial and everything he did just felt weird.

Then the music happened.

The tunes and, from the little he could make out of the old trade that was moving too fast, lyrics seemed cheerful, peppy even. But it also had an underlying energy of being...wrong somehow.

And it never stayed in the same place.

It was right behind him. It was to his left. It was to his right. It was in his head. It was al around him. It just mad him want to scream "where is it?!"

Then, the shadows appeared.

It was small. Smaller than him, and like the music, it was always moving around. But it never moved before he could notice it.

And now..

Just now, hovering just behind your left shoulder, was a little girl with a silver monkey perched ontop of her head.

Both were covered in blood, and neither one had eyes.

The girl opened her mouth. And riddle suddenly found himself in the rose maze. You were nowhere in sight, but riddle had the feeling he'd see you in deeper into the maze.

"Hola"

Despite having no eyes, the girl seemed to be staring right at him.

No.

Through him.

And her voice....

Why did it have his mother's voice?

Her monkeys lips pulled back to reveal human like teeth, (way too human like teeth) making a few indistinguishable monkey sounds that sounded distorted and seemed to cut off and continue every few seconds.

The girl outstretched a mangled hand to him, which contained some type of parchment, parchment that was covered in her own blood.

Don't ask him how. But he already knew what this paper was.

A map of the rose maze, and a map to you.

Her lips curled back.

Her teeth were covered in blood.

"Soy Dora"

Riddle screamed.

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... I just want to say I don't know what happened with this. It was supposed to be crack and then it just became....this.

On another note, you and ruggie getting high and doing a few criminal acts is almost done. And that request that I've been trying to figure out how to write is finally getting started. So look forward to those ig. They're coming out soon.

Also @4e7her . This is my true identity. I am not, in fact, batman. I'm his weed dealer.

#twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst riddle #riddle roseheart x yuu #riddle roseheart x male reader #riddle roseheart x reader #this is more platonic tbh #riddle rosehearts #twst x reader

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dogtoling · 8 months

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F.A.Q.

Something to link on my blog because I keep having people ask me the same stuff like, every week. So here's a summary of the blog and stuff

Q: What is this blog? A: Hi, I'm Dodo! And this is my Splatoon blog. This is primarily an art blog but somewhere along the way this has become a speculative biology blog and headcanon space. Put simply, it's "trying to turn Splatoon real".

Q: What do you post here? A: Mostly my Splatoon OCs. Occasionally, I post five mile long rant posts and essays about Splatoon, or Inkling biology, or my headcanons in educational comic form. If you've seen the Kraken Post or Inklings and Color or whatever I called that, those are mine.

Q: Why do your Inklings look like that? A: I approach Inklings from the angle of them being squids that evolved to be bipedal, rather than "human with some squid traits" as they're often depicted. Within the community, this is often referred to as "xeno inklings", which just means Inklings with animal traits. I don't really tag my art as such, but contextually it's the same thing. If that kind of thing makes you mad for some reason just don't follow.

Q: Your [insert headcanon here] is not canon compliant. A: Right, disclaimer now: a lot of the things here are NOT canon compliant. I try to keep most stuff canon compliant, but sometimes things are stupid or make no sense and that's when we build around it.

Q: Can I use your headcanons/inkfish designs? A: This is a question I get regularly. Feel free to use my headcanons and inkfish designs! You can also build upon them or use them as inspiration for your own headcanons. All I ask is not to copy my OC designs.

Q: Where can I see/read your headcanons? A: My headcanon tag is #squidthoughts.

Q: Where can I see your art/OCs? A: On the blog, my art tag is #dodo art, you can also see comics at #dodo comics (and here is a masterpost of links to the bigger ones). If you want to see profiles for my OCs and more comprehensive art galleries, see my toyhouse)

Q: What program do you use to draw? A: Clip Studio Paint, mostly keep it simple with one brush lol. I doubt anyone was going to ask about brushes anyway because I literally just use one with pretty much no line variation.

Q: Do you do requests/commissions/art trades? A: None of these... sorry!

Q: Do you have Art Fight? A: Yes! I usually go hard on the event (my final tally for 2023 was 69 attacks). My page.

Q: Can I send an ask? A: Yeah, but keep in mind I sometimes take a while to answer. Also, if you're just going to send your own headcanons, consider just publishing them to your own blog (it gets frustrating getting "asks" where there's not actually anything to answer). Also if you're going to send something mean because you don't like something, just leave instead and go send something nice to someone you like.

Q: Can I ask about your OCs? A: I accept asks for and about my OCs with open arms. In fact, you can send asks directed to my OCs in my ask box and I'll draw a response in most cases. (Tag for these: #ask oc)

Q: When did you start playing Splatoon? A: I started in late 2015, with Splatoon 1. But I started this blog around 2018, I think? If you play Splatoon, you might've seen me (sticky boy). I mostly play Salmon Run.

Q: What's your main weapon? A: I've grown as a person and am no longer an E-Liter 4K main. However, I don't really have a main. I like variety in games and my goal has been 3-starring every weapon in the game... so eh. I like Chargers, Rollers and Splatlings the best. Also if I get annoyed enough I revert back to being an E-Liter main. Sorry

Q: Do you play other games? A: Before Splatoon, Zelda was my main fandom alongside Pokemon. My favorite games are Pokemon Legends Arceus, Zelda: Twilight Princess, Splatoon, Night in the Woods and Minecraft. Other than Splatoon and Minecraft though I barely ever play anything else. Q: Are you American? A: Despite the fact that I'm always posting shit at US afternoon times, I am in fact from northern Europe. My sleep schedule is just all over the place and I get productive at 11pm onward. lol. (Guess what time it is right now!!??!?)

Q: What if a question I was going to ask wasn't here? A: My ask box is open. Just send it there and if it's a common enough question, it'll probably pop up in this list later.

Mandatory addition: I also run @splatreference. If you're an artist or writer, the blog has pose references for every weapon in the game, and references for stages and in-game areas.

yup thats the FAQ thanks for reading

#faq

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zombiedecoy · 3 months

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The big chungus is here! The best boi Dodogama!

Get your Dodo gear at my shop here:

#dodogama #monster hunter world #zombiedecoy #monsterhunter #monster hunter art

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companion-showdown · 4 months

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Who is your favourite companion?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

propaganda under the cut

Vicki Pallister

nobody does it like vicki, running around time and space causing chaos wherever she goes while her surrogate grandfather watches on in approval also her introduction has poisoned my brain, i can't think of a companion whos come from a shittier situation, i mean the man who murdered her father spends half his time playing dressup so he can terrorise her, and the other half pretending to be her only friend in the universe laid up in bed injured and ill so she'll wait on him had and foot. the only positive thing in her life is her pet sandy who barbara kills, and its just arrrrgghghghgh (@sandymybeloved )

Steven Taylor

Come take a walk with me boy. In my mind palace. Steven is technically the first solo companion bc of the serial “The Massacre of St Bartholomew’s Eve,” which is a fantastic serial btw. For a 60s companion there are some serious story/character arc ideas put down for him in the show, namely survivors guilt and #HATING the doctor. He and the Doctor have such an interesting relationship too. They don’t get along but there’s some sort of gradual respect that grows over time. Steven is a bitch and cocky but also the best fucking guy in the universe. He’s a hotshot pilot he’s got a panda plushie he’s probably bisexual (READ THE EMPIRE OF GLASS. CAN ANYBODY FUCKING HEAR ME) he’s miserable he’s kind of a genius (listen to the cold equations he does physics on the FLY under PRESSURE with his HANDS FREEZING IN SPACE) everyone he cares about suffers some sort of agonizing fate ….. just like the Doctor …. hmmmmmm…. Anyways. Thanks for walking with me boy. Watch The Gunfighters. (@abominandus )

Dodo Chaplet

no propaganda submitted

Sara Kingdom

So tragic. So utterly Tragic was the Life of Sara Kingdom. Enlisted at the age of eight into the earth military under a fascist regime, fully indoctrinated. Joined the secret police at the age of 28 to fight in earths never ending wars with the Daleks as well as to enforce earth law against its own people. Brother gets kidnapped by Daleks never to be seen again looses the last of her warmth. Is told her brother is a traitor. Kills him on the orders of the Dictator of the solar system. Realises what she did was wrong. joins the Doctor more out of necessity than want, slowly grows closer to the Doctor and Steven as they go on the run from the Daleks. Redeems her self then dies in a pointless gesture to save someone who was in little or no danger. And her death was not a painless one. (anonymous)

#showdown 2k24: round 1

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pacinglikeghosts · 8 months

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cmq characters' signature scents (because im insufferable)

inspired by me finding out that casey assigned their book four characters signature scents back in may and i completely missed it. these are not their signature fragrances (except alex and henry and kind of shara), but rather what fragrances would smell most like them.

alex claremont-diaz (red, white, and royal blue) - canonically santal 33 by le labo but also skins x vilhelm by vilhelm parfumerie for a bit more depth

i know what the movie said. i think santal 33 is boring and basic. skins x vilhelm feels to me like an elevated version of santal 33 with a bit more depth and dimension, so it could perhaps be his more "adult" scent once he's a lawyer or what have you.

henry fox-mountchristen-windsor (red, white, and royal blue) - bois marocain by tom ford

also a basic take, but hear me out!! i originally had henry with tobacco vanille, but it pulls kind of vanilla-y and sweet. i think he'd lean for something classic and understated but slightly different (which is where the pink peppercorn comes in, since it has a nice balance of spicy and floral), while still being palatable for the general public. it also has a similar core as santal 33 in the virginia cedar, which may have been how he recognized it on alex. he may have worn it before and moved on, and kept the base of virginia cedar.

august landry (one last stop) - good girl glorious gold by carolina herrera

i actually have a fragrance in the mail as we speak that really fits the pancakes aspect of august's scent, but she canonically uses lemon soap, so i had to include it! ols is my favorite of the three published novels, and august is my everything, so picking out scents for her and jane was such a labor of love for me.

reminder, this is not the scent august uses (she doesn't have time for perfume while she's solving the mysteries of her sexy subway girlfriend!), but rather what she just smells like. at the core, i wanted lots of sweet notes, because her pancake aroma never wears off, but also coffee for the long nights spent on the train and coffee tits and citrus for her soap.

jane su (one last stop) - kasbah by 19-69

to quote august herself, "jane is spun sugar. a switchblade girl with a cotton-candy heart." so, i had to reflect that. leather and sugar, with a bit of oranges (electricity not included). finding a fragrance that had leather, orange, and sugar notes (of any variety) was near impossible, so if y'all will forgive me for using honey, i had to go with the second best option.

again, she isn't going out and buying this fragrance. kind of hard to do so when you're stuck in a time loop. this is just the essence of jane, so to speak, if it were to be bottled up into a fragrance.

chloe green (i kissed shara wheeler) - dodo (2020) by zoologist

i wanted a weird girl dark academia perfume and it was not coming up with my existing notes so this is what i settled on. in my head for chloe i was not picturing her as wearing fragrances, but rather having a permanent scent of either coffee or tea and then some weird ass linger scent like blood or dirt or something.

obviously, this is not really that, but i think the brand zoologist itself has that very vibe (go take a look, their stuff is cool as hell). dodo is kind of in the middle of ultra weird and tame with their stuff, and i think it fits the vibe i'm sort of going for. chloe also mentions in one chapter that one of her favorite smells is when one of her moms brought home fresh cilantro, so herbal notes felt appropriate.

shara wheeler (i kissed shara wheeler) - dilis classic collection no. 21 by dilis parfum

shara canonically wears lilac body spray and vanilla-mint lip gloss, so i took those notes and ran with it. this is like a more nuanced version of what shara would smell like, with things like pepper and cedar grounding a very floral scent. when it dries down, it's vanilla and cedar based, rather than the lilac everyone expects from shara, creating the idea and imagery that she's not exactly what everyone thinks she is.

i hope y'all enjoyed getting a look into what my brain is like on a daily basis! i love fragrance and talking about it and especially love attaching it to fictional characters since i think it says so much about them and their personality. maybe i'll fuck around and do more characters but i wanted to do the main romances? kind of? from each of the three.

#maybe shes born with it maybe its an obsession #cmq posting about ols yesterday resparked my obsession #very excited for my august perfume to come in #cant wait to smell like pancakes #maybe thats how i find the partner of my dreams #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #one last stop #august landry #jane su #i kissed shara wheeler #chloe green #shara wheeler #casey mcquiston #mcquistonverse #kat speaks #bookblr

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mazikomo · 2 years

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requesting modern Silco HC for when Jinx is in high school. and I mean everything! prom? driving lessons? suffering through trig homework together? EVERYTHING

☆sher

hope these cheer you up a bit 💜

Prom

Silco was all prepared to drop a lot of money on whatever dress Jinx wanted only for her to go get one from a thrift store

he’s extremely close to volunteering to have the event hosted at his club so he can keep an eye on everything but he knows Jinx would hate it

the school wouldn’t agree to it anyway. Prom at a rowdy nightclub downtown? Every parents nightmare

she has a date, a boy named Ekko she’s been seeing. He’s smart and treats her right but Silco still cranks up his intimidation factor whenever the boy is around

Jinx having a date though means she won’t be begging him to drive his ’60 Electra which he’s relieved about

of course, he’s breathless when she comes down the stairs. His little girl is all dressed up and going to prom

she’s still wearing chunky boots though

they take tons of pictures together

he gives Ekko his famous stink eye as they leave

“I expect her home at a reasonable hour.”

there’s tugs at his heartstrings as he watches them pull out of the driveway

it's a bigger deal for him than it is for her

Driving Lessons

Jinx has been working on cars long before she reached driving age so she’s a bit of a natural

Silco is surprised he’s not as nervous as he was expecting the first time she’s behind the wheel with him in the passenger seat

her car is a ’74 Volkswagen Thing that she got out of a junkyard and fixed up

it’s a stick shift and she can pop the clutch like a master

Silco’s favorite feature is it’s top speed being 68mph (109 kmh) and the more modern safety features he made her add

driver picks the music so Silco’s been listening to a lot of Dodo Cat and Billie Eyelash

honestly? he’s happy she’s getting her license

she's becoming more independent and sure of herself

plus, he doesn’t have to listen to complaints from both sides when he has to ask Sevika to take her somewhere when he’s unable too

Jinx uses her driving lessons as an opportunity to teach Silco how to reduce wear and tear on a vehicle

“See? If you do a gradual stop like this you don’t wear down the break pads so much that I have to replace them every few months.”

she’s a better driver than him

Homework

he’s does not understand why she has so much homework. He didn’t have that much when he was in school?

why does she have homework for art class???

she’s never needed help with science or math

Silco’s decent with numbers but glancing at her calculus homework made him blink a few times

they’re both at a loss when it comes to English

“Not everything is that deep.” “I know but I can’t keep writing that as an answer!”

she had the best persuasive speech in the class though since he knows exactly what to say to people to get the results he wants

even when he doesn’t care about the topic (why dark is the best pokemon type)

he’s a bit of a history nerd

Jinx has to chose her moments of asking for help because he’ll delve into the events about how everything is connected

he likes a good revolutionary documentary okay?

his best subject is economics

Jinx has to drag the worksheets away from him because he’ll write entire rants in the short response sections about controlling the market properly

he may or may not have emailed her econ teacher about how they’re teaching it completely wrong and understand nothing

#silco #silco arcane #silco headcanons #jinx #jinx arcane #jinx headcanons #arcane #arcane headcanons #headcanons #modern silco #i love him being a dad

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artsyape · 4 months

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My reading list for 2023. * means at least one queer character. GN means Graphic Novel. I think my top three were Welcome to the Monkey House which was short stories by Kurt Vonnegut, Bones Beneath My Skin because TJ Klune writes so gorgeously, and The Skull by Jon Klassen just because it was slightly unhinged and I love kids books like that. Also 7 (7! Like holy cow) were kink novels by my writer friend that I am an arc reader for that were just absolutely perfect.

1. Everleigh’s Ring *

2. Malibu rising *

3. Legends and lattes *

4. One true loves

5. Meet Me By The Fountain

6. An unexpected kind of love*

7. I Exaggerate my brushes with fame

8. Carrie Soto is back

9. Check please books 1 and 2*(GN)

10. The reservoir

11. Teen titans: beast boy (GN)

12. Teen titans: beast boy loves raven (GN)

13. Everything is beautiful and I am not afraid *(GN)

14. Quiet girl in a noisy world(GN)

15. Everything is ok (GN)

16. Ashes(GN)

17. New Kid (GN)

18. Best short stories 2022

19. Mazebook (GN)

20. House of many ways

21. Castle in the air

22. Not If I Save You First

23. Heartbreak Hockey*

24. Lessons

25. Wild Akers *

26. Wild ash *

27. Teen titans: Robin GN

28. My aunt is a monster GN

29. Welcome to the monkey house

30. Rosalin Palmer Takes the Cake *

31. Cats cafe GN

32. Belle of the ball GN *

33. Other Boys GN*

34. Murder most actual *

35. The greatest thing *

36. Gender queer *

37. The tea dragon society GN*

38. The tea dragon festival GN *

39. Hungry Ghost GN

40. The Tea Dragon Tapestry GN*

41. A first time for everything GN

42. The best we could do GN

43. In limbo GN

44. Squire and Knight GN

45. Why Didn’t You Tell Me

46. Snapdragon GN *

47. Anya’s Ghost GN

48. Sensory life on the spectrum GN*

49. The girl and the glim GN

50. Why are you like this GN

51. The Dragon Warlord *

52. Always Never GN

53. In the lives of puppets *

54. Chefs Kiss GN *

55. Moonstruck vol 1 GN *

56. Moonstruck vol 2 GN *

57. Moonstruck vol 3 GN *

58. You Better Be Lightning (poetry)*

59. The Bones Beneath My Skin *

60. Avant Guards vol 1 GN*

61. The language of seabirds*

62. The fiancée farce *

63. Wintering the power of rest and retreat in difficult times

64. Avant Guards vol 2 GN*

65. Avant Guards vol 3 GN*

66. The electricity of every living thing

67. Aquicorn cove GN*

68. Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

69. Nice and accurate good omens tv companion *

70. The Waste Land (ts Elliot)

71. Dodger

72. Unmasking Autism *

73. Brothers of reckoning *

74. Demon Copperhead *

75. Things in the basement GN

76. Paris Dalliencourt is about to crumble *

77. Dr. Who Pest Control

78. Dr. Who The Forever Trap

79. Dr. Who Feast Of The Drowned

80. The skull Jon Klassan

81. The rock from the sky

82. The personality brokers

83. Dr. Who The Resurrection Casket

84. Light carries on* GN

85. Northranger * GN

86. Basil and Oregano * GN

87. Keeping two GN

88. The magic fish * GN

89. Good omens *

90. Dr. Who the last dodo

91. Dr. Who the stone rose

92. Fangirl vol 2 GN

93. Fangirl vol 3 GN

94. My happy marriage Vol 1 GN

95. My happy marriage Vol 2 GN

96. My happy marriage Vol 3 GN

97. Faint of Heart GN

98. Us *GN

99. Four Color Heroes *GN

100. Merry-go-round * GN

101. Hedra GN

102. But you have friends GN

103. Bear otter and the kid *

104. Queer: a graphic history*

105. The Ojja Wojja *GN

106. Across a field of starlight *GN

107. The moth keeper * GN

108. Going remote a teachers journey GN

109. Hot dog (Caldecott winner 2023)

110. Boom box mix tape

111. Haruki murakami’s manga stories

112. Princess princess ever after *

113. All systems red -murderbot

114. The Infinity Particle

115. Famous in a small town

116. Starborn Husbands *

117. Artie and the wolf moon *

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instantartific · 1 year

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Okay, do you have hcs for Team SAYU? (Love love Sayu pyunnn to you too!)

I love this so much. I just give them EXTREMELY chaotic "kids who have a ghostbusters club but keep it a secret" vibes.

ও Team SAYU Headcanons

They've been best friends for years, but they disagree on how to do things quite often. They normally never fight, though, just disagree and find a different way to go about things that everyone can agree to. This often takes much longer than going through one of their plans would take in the first place, but they get there eventually.

If they all wholeheartedly agree to something, then that means there's major trouble for any adult within their vicinity.

If there's ever trouble, blame Remi. He is completely devious. He is just a mischievous little bugger that is always up to something he shouldn't be and has something up his sleeve. He actively goes around telling people that he's the artist behind Sayu. No one believes him. He finds this hilarious.

Tila doesn't, at all. She has a mini heart attack and goes a mile deep into her sweater whenever he does this. He tries to reassure her that everything's fine, 'cause no one ever takes them seriously. Tila takes everything seriously. Literally, sarcasm isn't exactly her forte. Analogies are, though! Despite how quiet and reserved she normally is, she's extremely quick on the draw in terms of witty responses, then goes right back to her music.

Dodo usually plays this off as a joke and affectionately leans half his body weight on her to let her know it's okay. That, or wraps her up in a major hug and starts going through his stretches while holding her like a weight. He can and Will snatch up any other member and make a break for it at any given opportunity. Outside of him randomly doing laps and exercising, he'll lounge around like a corpse. One or the other, no other options.

Sofa joins in Remi's scandals, because he also finds this hilarious. He'll feed Remi ideas and correct him at times, but only so much as to make sure Remi "does it best." The only times he'll reel Remi in is if he's about to get them all in trouble. Sofa feels that he knows better than Remi, and just lets him think he's the brains of this organization.

Whenever Sofa and Remi get into their "battle of wits" for long enough, Dodo nudges Tila to get her attention. She shrugs off her headphones, listens for about five seconds, then blurts out something that sends the two boys cackling and goes back to whatever she was doing before. Dodo keeps a track record of events like this to see who comes out on top.

Tila always wins.

#love love sayu pyuuun!#that really grew on me.#anyways this was fun thank you anon #no straight roads #nsr #sayu crew #sayu #nsr sayu #nsr remi #nsr tila #nsr dodo #nsr sofa #ও ~ headcanons

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muuum-am-i-adohhhpted · 1 year

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The Path to Godhood (Empires SMP)

Summary: Joel is just an average, mortal, boy living with his single mother in what will become the Ancient Capital. The Rapture hasn't occured yet, but Joel is given a surprise when his father visits him, telling him a humanity-wiping event will happen in twenty years. He gives Joel an offer that includes safety from it.

Or, how Joel became a god that doesn't include the Fountain of Strength.

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Word Count: 4511

Warnings: Death, death of a parent, bad parenting, lies, temporary amnesia, references to bullying, fire and smoke inhalation.

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Even from a young age, Joel had been obsessed with the gods. He'd search out shrines of smaller deities in the outskirts of the capital, committing their names to memory. He'd sit with the older folk in town and listen to stories of adventure, morality, and jealousy. The gods were messy, and human-like, and they made mistakes just like everybody else. But they were just that: gods. And Joel was a mere human, tethered to the earth like a bird with clipped wings.

Keeping to himself and only interacting with elders put a target on his back. The kids his own age taunted him for his height and scrawniness, throwing dodo poop at his clothes and tripping him wherever he walked.

His mother said that children preyed on the weak, and that Joel was an old-soul. "Keep true to yourself, and they'll eventually tire of you. They're looking for reactions, and the best thing you can do without making the bullying worse is to pretend they don't affect you."

The thing was, it did affect him. A lot. His mother was on the shorter side, and Joel was too. They had a lot in common, in fact. The same untamable brown hair, and chestnut eyes. The only trait Joel apparently got from his out-of-the-picture father was his rather bulbous nose. Joel liked to keep it that way; he much preferred to look like his mother who Joel considered his one and only parent.

A lot of stigma came with being an only parent, and Joel was ready to fight anybody who even blinked at his mother the wrong way. But none came. The children had plenty of opportunities to say something rude about his mother but didn't, and no whispers came from the adults.

Joel didn't truly understand it. Until one night, sitting under a froglight tree in the orchard, a man appeared in front of him. He was wearing a pure-white chiton, blond hair and blue eyes. His entire being was ringed with gold, indicating his godhood. The thing that stood out the most to Joel was the man's nose. Large and bulbous—exactly like Joel's own.

"I must be dreaming," Joel muttered, and he quickly stood up. Because gods didn't just come down to the mortal realm. And if they did, they definitely made sure to be hidden, and they definitely didn't have children with mortal women.

"I'm afraid you’re not. Joel, I am your father."

The world seemed to fall away from under Joel, and he instantly sat back down. "What?" This revelation felt like one of those hackneyed melodramas some of the older kids wrote and acted out in town square. All he needed now was an amnesia plotline, and he'd be set. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Joel could now place which god this was—the god of the sky. It was his job to paint the heavens blue every morning, and black in the night. Only when he was sad or upset did the sky end up a melancholy grey.

The god of the sky looked down pityingly at Joel. "The Fates have read of a terrible future, and it's quite imminent. It won't happen in this area, but it will affect the entire world causing earthquakes and rising waters. Nearly every mortal will die."

A shiver went through Joel. "How soon does everyone have?"

"Twenty years, at the most," the god replied. His lips were pursed and he seemed to not know where to look—at Joel or somewhere else.

Twenty years felt like a long time away, but Joel supposed if he was immortal, that period wouldn't seem nearly as long. "So. Everyone's going to die. Are you planning for me to be the messenger to tell everybody? Maybe we can build something? A safe house?" His mind was already running with ideas on how to do such a thing. Obsidian, perhaps?

The god shook his head. "No, the mortals will descend into chaos if they were to know. No Joel, I'm asking you if you would like to be granted the gift of immortality and live with me and the other gods. It will be safe up there."

“Immortality?” Joel repeated. “With you?” He could hardly wrap his head around the idea. The prospect of living forever, alongside the gods no less, sounded incredible. He’d be safe from whatever terrible event would occur in two decades.

“Is my mother allowed to come too?” Joel thought of his mother who cared for him, loved him, and also held a demanding job at the copper aging facility below the capital.

The god’s face turned pained, “unfortunately, that’s not possible. You’re half-god, and already have some claim to it. Giving mortals immortality is incredibly difficult; the other gods all have to agree and I haven’t exactly made friends with all of them.”

Joel’s mind was then made up. “I can’t leave her behind. I’m the only person left for her here; she’d be all alone for the end of the world and I can’t do that to her.”

For a long time, the god stared at Joel with an inscrutable expression. Then, he patted Joel on the shoulder. “Very well,” he finally said. “You’re a good son, Joel. I’m proud to have you as my son. Farewell.” And, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Joel stayed sitting under the froglight tree until the sun came up once again. He pictured his father running along the sky, giving it a beautiful pink and orange hue.

Joel never told his mother about the meeting.

~~~

As Joel grew older, he struggled with whether or not he should tell the city that humanity was going to die. But his father had been right; if people were to know, everything would fall into chaos. Crime would run rampant, and panic would ensue. Besides, if the Fates said that almost everyone would die, there was nothing to be done. The world might as well live in ignorance.

And so life went on.

He was nearing adulthood and, while he had sprouted up significantly, he was still in the middle of the pack. Nevertheless, the bullying backed off. He wasn't sure whether it was because of his new height or because they all grew up. Either way, Joel was glad.

In the meantime, his mom was getting older. Spending so much time underground had faded her usual liveliness. Her wrinkles seemed deeper, her eyes foggier. Grey streaked through her dark hair. Joel was scared.

He took up a part-time job at the froglight orchard, eventually working there full time after finishing his schooling. In the blazing sun, constantly plucking froglights from the trees, gathering them in a basket, and carrying them inside to be washed, Joel slowly felt himself become stronger. When he had first started at the orchard, he could only carry seven or so froglights per basket, but now he found he could lift nearly twenty.

Joel was proud of the accomplishment; he liked the way he looked in a mirror. The bulk fit him in a way the scrawniness hadn't. Unfortunately, his new appearance did remind himself of his father who he hadn't seen since that night under the froglight tree.

When his mother took a nasty fall in the copper aging facility, Joel was finally able to persuade his mother to retire. At this point, Joel was making enough money for the two of them to live comfortably along with the money he had already saved.

On her deathbed, early in the morning, Joel's mother pulled him into a loose hug, her hair tickling Joel's neck. Her hair was nearly all grey now, her hands shaking and frail. "Son, I need to tell you something. It's about your father."

Joel's face pinched. "Shhh," he told her. "It's okay; it doesn't matter. He isn't here now, and he's never been here to care for this family." A part of him wished his father was here, so he could see what he could have prevented by allowing the both of them immortality. Joel was positive his father could have gotten the other gods' permission, but he hadn't even fought for it. Hadn't even tried.

"But—" his mother argued.

Joel shook his head, and he could feel tears threatening to spill. "I love you."

Joel's mother gripped him tighter, pulling him closer into the hug. "I love you too, and I hope you know that physicality doesn't always denote strength."

"I know, I know." And this time, Joel couldn't hold the tears in. He felt them run down his cheeks like a waterfall and Joel could feel the exact moment his mother's heart slowed to a stop. "You are proof of that."

~~~

After the traditional funeral rites had been executed, Joel left.

He couldn't stay in the capital any longer. People looked at him with pity; they brought dishes upon dishes of food, saying that his mother was in a better place now. Joel seethed inside, knowing that this could have all been avoided.

It was the closest he had come to yelling that the world was going to end.

He travelled the world with only his thoughts as company. The places he visited were a comfort. They didn't know his mother was gone. They didn't know he hadn't always looked like this. They didn't know they would all die in just five more years. He hated seeing civilians pregnant with children, knowing that all was for nothing.

Everytime the cloud of grief began to be too much, Joel skipped town to the next one. And then the next one. He experienced new smells and sights, and met all kinds of people of different walks of life.

Too quickly, the five years were up, and Joel found himself in a snowy taiga village. That morning, the sky turned a terrifying red, and Joel wondered whether or not this was warning from his father that the end of the world was upon them all.

Groans rattled through the earth, shattering windows and scaring away livestock. Soon, the earthquakes arrived, and fire spread like the entire world was dry and parched. It didn't matter that snow decorated the ground, fire jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

Villagers rushed around, eyes wide, calling for their children.

Joel couldn't help but think that this village was lucky. The walls of most of the houses were made of cobblestone instead of wood. The walls wouldn't collapse on anybody. However, that didn't mean the roofs wouldn't.

"Pixlriffs!" A mother was screeching, nearly hysterical. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. "Pixlriffs! Where are you?"

Another villager was physically restraining her from running back into the fiery debris that had been their village. "You can't go back in there—it's a death wish. All we can hope is that your boy has already made it out."

Joel stepped forward. "I'll go in," he told the woman. "I'll glance into the houses to see if I can see him."

The other villager violently shook his head. "The boy is either dead or safe with the other children. You shouldn't—"

But Joel was already gone. He couldn't stand and watch as another son was ripped away from his mother. If the boy was still inside the village, as his mother thought, Joel was going to reunite the two of them if it was the last thing he did.

The smoke coming from the wooden roofs and light posts immediately engulfed him, but Joel continued on. "Pixlriffs!" He called out, before doubling over and letting out a cough. Still, he went deeper into the village, holding a scarf up to his mouth and nose.

His ears instantly perked up when he heard the screaming of a young boy, the voice coming from inside the house to his right. "Help; anyone! Please! I'm stuck!"

Joel bounded inside, taking in the scene in front of him. A beam from the roof had fallen, sandwiching Pixlriffs' leg between it and the floor. He looked to be seven or so, with a blue cloak and brown hair filled with ash.

Joel was instantly at his side, and he heaved the beam up an inch—enough for Pixlriffs to wriggle out from under the beam. The boy's breathing was laboured, and Joel wasn't sure if Pixlriffs had broken a leg or not, so hoisted him up on his back. "We're getting you out of here," Joel said, determination laced in his voice.

He stepped out of the house, using one hand to keep the scarf over his face and the other to keep Pixlriffs on his back. "Pull your shirt up over your mouth," Joel instructed. "It'll help keep the smoke out."

Joel felt shifting on his back as Pixlriffs did as he was told. "I'm scared," he said quietly, and Joel nearly didn't hear him over the crackling fire surrounding them.

"It's okay," Joel told him. "It's going to be okay. You'll reunite with your mother, and everything will be okay." He wasn't sure if he was just telling Pixlfirffs this or also himself. To get Pixlriffs' mind off of their current situation, Joel began talking. "My name is Joel. Did you know that I'm a god? In my true form, I can wrestle the ender dragon and I tower over everyone I meet. I only look like a regular man now because, if I were to show mortals what I actually look like, everyone would be scared of me." It was more than an exaggeration, but Joel hoped it was capturing Pixlriffs' imagination.

"The capital where I live worship dozens of gods, but I'm one of the most important." They were nearing the outskirts of town, and Joel could just barely see the outline of trees, currently not on fire. They wouldn't be that way for long, but Joel focussed on them nonetheless. He needed something to walk towards. He could feel it getting harder to breathe, and his nose burned from the irritation the smoke caused. Still, Joel continued talking. "The capital has this massive catacomb with a huge statue of our main goddess. People ride along the streets on dodos instead of horses or donkeys. I'll take you there one day."

Finally, they were out of the village, and Joel could see Pixlriffs' mother run towards them, eyes shining with relief.

Joel tried to take in a breath of fresh air, but ended up in a coughing fit, Pixlriffs sliding off his back in the process. Each cough seemed to come out harder than the last and, eventually, Joel collapsed into a heap on the ground, his heart stuttering and slowing down, almost at a deathly pace.

~~~

When Joel opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar room lying in an unfamiliar bed. A man sat at his bedside, looking nearly the same age as him. With blond hair and blue eyes, he looked almost familiar but Joel couldn't place him. "Where…where am I?" He asked. "Who are you?" With striking realization, he immediately sat up. "Who am I?"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," the other man said. "You've just been turned into a god; it might take a while to get used to it."

Something in Joel's stomach dropped, and the slightest wisp of this isn't what I wanted passed through him before dissolving, and he couldn't quite remember what it was he had just felt. "Oh."

"I'm your father," the blond man said, and he gave Joel a bright smile, teeth pearly white and straight. "You just turned 29 and I gifted you immortality for your birthday." In a playful voice, he said, "can't have five-year-old immortal gods, now can we? We often wait for the kids to grow up before stunting their growth."

Joel blinked rapidly, his thoughts and feelings like mush in his head. "I'm a god," he repeated, almost under his breath. Yes, that sounded about right. Almost. But who was he to question his father who just gifted him something like immortality? "Why can't I remember anything?"

His father patted Joel's shoulder comfortingly. "You spent all of your life down in the mortal world. When you arrive up in the god realm, your memories from down there are taken away so what you saw in the mortal world won't cause you pain. Don't worry, if you ever go back to visit the mortals, your memories will return."

Joel's eyes lit up. "Can I go back now?"

"Not a good idea," his father said with a sad shake of the head. "The mortal world is going through a tough time. Nearly all of them are dying."

"Can't anything be done?" Joel asked hopefully. While he had no memories of any mortals in his life or even walking among them, it felt wrong to not help them in any way he could. "Give them a sort of sanctuary?"

"If it would change anything, I would," his father sighed. "The Fates have foretold the Rapture would kill most of humanity. Anything the gods do would mean nothing."

"Most? You mean they'll be survivors?" Hope bloomed in Joel's chest.

Joel's father stood up. "Not many, but yes. Enough to repopulate the earth. Now, you should get some rest, son. I'm sure you'll be back on your feet in no time; then we can see what kinds of powers you wield."

~~~

Living with his father and the rest of the gods was exciting. He couldn't tell time passing as he met new people, and honed his thunder and lightning abilities. His father said only a couple of months passed, but it felt like days.

Whatever hesitancy he had previously felt about being immortal, he chalked up to weariness and thus promptly forgot about.

He enjoyed helping Peril with creating storm clouds for mortal farmers, and sparring with Jeremy among the clouds. Some of his favourite days were spent just hanging out with his father, accompanying him as he coloured the sky with a variety of shades he created in his home.

Still curious about the mortal world, Joel often asked his father how the mortals were faring down below. He wanted to visit to see if he could help in the aftermath of the Rapture. Joel could help move large debris or help close up cracks in the earth by filling them with boulders.

And, everytime, his father would say, "the mortals need to learn to care for themselves. If we always help them out when they are in times of trouble, they won't learn and evolve. It's better to visit when they're thriving, which is going to take a bit more time."

So Joel dropped the subject and continued on about his day until he would remember the mortals once more and bring it up again. It was a never-ending cycle, and Joel had no reason to think anything was amiss.

That is, until all the gods became translucent. Except for Joel.

"They're forgetting us; the mortals are forgetting us!" Peril exclaimed that day when all the gods gathered together to figure out what to do next.

Jeremy gestured to Joel, who was still solid. "Why isn't he being forgotten—he's our newest god! This doesn't make sense at all. No one could possibly remember him; he hasn't even been down to earth in his god form before."

Joel's father put two hands on Joel's shoulders, staring deeply into his eyes. "Joel, it is time. You must travel down to earth to help the mortals remember us. In our translucent forms, we are weakened and unable to travel there for long periods of time. I have no answers as to why you're not being forgotten, but we mustn't question it; you may not stay like this for much longer."

Joel swallowed the lump in his throat. He had no memories of ever being in the mortal realm before and, as such, it was practically a new experience. "Do we know how many mortals are still alive?"

His father shook his head. "We don't. You'll have to find them on your own. You must help the survivors remember and get them to give offerings to us; we're counting on you."

Joel didn't know how he could force mortals to worship the gods. He knew the capital he had come from was the main area where people believed in them, so he hoped descendents from his old hometown were still around. If not, and the survivors believed in different gods or no gods at all, Joel was going to have a tough time.

"I'll try my best," Joel said, and he managed a strained smile. Then, he descended down to the mortal world.

~~~

When Joel finally landed on solid ground, his head immediately felt like it was being split open by a cleaver. Instantly, he fell to his knees, gripping at his skull, and scrunching his eyes closed. Old memories came to him in waves, crashing into him like a tsunami, nausea rolling through him. His old bullies, his mother, his old home. His father giving him the option of immortality at a young age and gifting it to him later in life when Joel was on the brink of death.

Joel laid there for what seemed like hours, nursing his migraine and the rush of his mortal memories from who knew how long ago.

As the pain ebbed away, and Joel mentally sorted through his memory, he couldn't help but feel the anger burning within him. His father had forcefully turned him into an immortal god. He had lied about who Joel had once been. Did he want to save his father and the rest of the gods? Joel wasn't so sure anymore.

And so he walked. He had no idea where he was in the mortal realm—nothing looked familiar. Any sign of old architecture from his city or any of the other empires from his time were gone. Just how long had he been up in the god realm? His father had told him ten years, at the most, but Joel was beginning to think that that was just another lie. Chills ran through his body. Finally, as Joel was about to give up looking for civilization, he found a familiar hill. It was much grassier than he remembered, but it was the same one he remembered climbing as a young boy before the Greatbridge and his home came into view.

Joel crested the hill, and the familiar sight took over his senses. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as the bridge's path led to the gatehouse. The bridge was cracked and looked worn, but it was still there. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He couldn't believe that he was finally home.

Joel slowly made his way across the bridge, glancing down the side to see the water gently lapping at the stone pillars holding it up. The pillars were undecorated, probably destroyed in the Rapture or stolen by pirates.

He made his way through the gatehouse, the wooden doors already cracked open just slightly, before stopping in his tracks. Joel blinked at the scene in front of him. There were no buildings, just parts of the foundation roped off. Off in the distance, the froglight orchard grew wild. His home was…an archeological dig?

"Joel?" A voice asked, and Joel spun to the source, only to see a mortal man in a blue jacket and brown hair. "Is that really you?" The man looked awed, and he pulled off a pair of gloves, nearing Joel. "I didn't think I'd see you ever again."

It clicked, then. Why he wasn't being forgotten like the other gods. Pixlriffs had remembered him. "Pixlriffs?"

Pixlriffs chuckled. "The one and only."

"How long has it been? It looks like it's only been thirty years or something." Part of Joel was relieved that it hadn't been too long since he'd been gone. Pixlriffs had been quite young when Joel saved his life, and now he looked to be in his mid thirties. Maybe he had just arrived in the mortal world in a spot uninhabited by people. Maybe this was an archaeological dig sight because a landslide had covered the entirety of the town.

Pixlriffs went serious and he shook his head. "Joel, you've been gone for over 1000 years."

"1000 years?" Joel repeated. "But—but you're here. You're not an immortal god. This isn't possible. I must be dreaming."

"I can't explain it either," Pixlriffs said. "But, one day, I stopped aging. I don't know if I was always like this, or if it was a substance I touched or ate or if it was something else entirely. But Joel, it's been over 1000 years since you saved me. New empires have formed, and the others have no memory of the Rapture at all, only versions of it in their legends."

Joel's voice came out in a whisper as he said, "the gods are slowly fading away because nobody remembers them. I'm the only one not affected because you've remembered me."

Pixlriffs let this sink in. "Tell me about the gods," he finally said. "If I remember them, then they won't fade away. Still, you should find some villages too. Spread the knowledge around in case anything does happen to me. And," he added with a smile, "later, you can tell me what your ancient capital used to look like and I'll re-build it to its former glory."

And so Joel did. He told Pixlriffs about Peril and Jeremy and the other gods he had lived with for a thousand years without knowing. When he finally got to the god who painted the skies, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a nose like his own, Joel paused before making up his mind.

"And I'm the god of the skies and thunder and lightning."

~~~

Later, after Joel and Pixlriffs finally parted ways, Joel found himself in a grassy field in a village that had taken to his godhood quite easily. The sky was clear and, as Joel looked up at its endless blue, Joel pictured a sparkling marble empire in the sky.

He hadn't wanted to become immortal for the sole purpose of being with his mother, but she had died before the Rapture occured and there was no way to take it back. Now, the only way he could die was if he was erased from mortal's minds and wiped from history books. And Joel wasn't ready for that yet.

Joel exaggerated his feats and his traits to the people living in Lower Stratos; he didn't want to be forgotten. Memory was too precious to him—he would never go back to the god realm ever again. He wanted to make a name for himself here. Not only to prove the bullies who had picked on him wrong, but also for his mother who had always been there for him. Every morning to pep himself up for the new day, he told himself in the mirror he was strong. Both inside and out.

#empires smp #empires smp season 2 #smallishbeans #pixlriffs #empires smp fanfic #empires smp fanfiction

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juneviews · 10 months

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how would you personally rank Off's characters?

also Gawin's and Mond's characters

I have a full post of me ranking off's characters already! but here it is for mond & gawin :)

MOND:

sun (midnight motel): ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS PERFORMANCE!!! carried the show!!! slayed beyond all expectations!!! truly incredible as the villain, one of my fave acting performance EVER I loved it so much. also sun in himself is the most interesting villain I've seen!

namnhao/namnuea (the judgement): shit show with problematic tropes but mond ATE!!! him as namnhao is not only unrecognizable & absolutely adorable, but really had some fucking top tier acting!

badz (boy for rent): the role that started it all. made me fall in love with this cutie & unable to ever go back. badz is hot af, the only character that didn't annoy me at some point during the show & the acting is very good.

kluay (water boyy): the first role I saw mond in!!! kluay honestly carried the show, he's so fun & flirty & cute and we love him in this house!!!

gram (not me): I love gram, but not the storyline he was stuck in for the whole show. I love how political gram is, how much he can be a debate-lord at times lol, and even that he's a scaredy cat. I LOVE the way he spits on dan when he betrays the gang & how he hugs sean after he gets shot. I LOVE his banter with nuch & will forever be a gramnuch stan. however, I didn't like how withdrawn from the rest of the gang they made him in order for him to pursue eugene, who looked uncomfortable the whole time & was his best friend's ex. gram had so much potential, but sadly he ended up being my least favorite character from not me bc he got the short end of the stick. mond did a great job though!

tee (the underclass): kinda forgettable show tbh but tee was a very cute love interest & I watched the whole show just for mond so slay!

matt (kiss me again): even though kiss me again is legit the worst gmmtv show ever made with ugly duckling: pity girl & turn left turn right, and matt's love interest is THE FUCKING WORST, he was kinda sorta okay I guess. to be frank I forgot everything from this storyline bc the way his love interest wanna prove he's gay is YIKES.

dodo (saneha stories: bar host): a hot, struggling stripper who becomes a literal dad??? if the show wasn't so short & rushed this would be way higher, mond ATE!

term (ps: I hate you): a hot dummie who forgives lies for love, which... couldn't be me lol so he's there.

por (fabulous 30): I really liked fabulous 30, and it wasn't because of the main character played by mond. por is bland AS ALL HELL, pushy & disregards his best friend's feelings, and he just... gave us nothing. at least he's cute thanks to mond's good looks though :')

GAWIN:

pisaeng (be my favorite): so it's very hard for me to decide which is my favorite gawin role, simply bc imo pisaeng, dan & mork are all my faves for very different reasons. but I will put pisaeng here bc I literally don't see how anyone could dislike him? like he's perfect but not boring & does have struggle, which we LOVE around here! also the depiction of him finding his sexuality in bmg ep.5 was INCREDIBLE I loved it so much!!! so pisaeng will be number one (for now!)

dan (not me): now, dan is on another plane of existence for me. I literally adore him & am a dan apologist THROUGH & THROUGH bestie. I genuinely think he's one of he most interesting characters I've EVER seen, and that makes it so he shouldn't be in this ranking. he EXCEEDS this ranking! I absolutely adore imperfect characters & I think the depiction gawin gave dan was perfect. BUT dan also gave me THE MOST PAINFUL betrayal scene in existence that literally has changed my dna TO THIS VERY DAY, so just for that I'll give him the number 2 spot :')

mork (dark blue kiss/kiss me again): girllllllllll, my heart aches having to put mork in number 3 bc I LITERALLY ADORE HIM!!! I was a huge dbk stan but since then I've legit rewatched the show only for mork lol, I absolutely love him & he's an amazing character! so as I said previously, mork is number one in my heart on a equal playing field as pisaeng & dan, I can't choose!

saifa (enchanté): literally the tiniest role but he was hot af AND played a guitar rendition of offgun's too cute to handle on the show???????? AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING THANK U! also he legit played cupid for akktheo so slayyyyyyyy!!!

mile (girl next room: motorbike baby): honestly better than the actual love interest cpodiuygsuichdisucodihb, hot & ALSO plays guitar (duh), too bad that he's a cheater lmao!

xxx

#answers #off jumpol #mond tanutchai #fluke gawin #gawin caskey #gmmtv #MOND COME BACK TO ACTING REGULARLY CHALLENGE

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nymphoheretic · 11 months

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OKAY SINCE IT SEEMS WE HAVE 3 CLUMSY PEOPLE IN THE COMMUNITY WHO NEED SOME HELP!

How the clones react to a clumsy reader

Sekido

You’re lucky this man loves you because tbh- he’s got a lot with his annoying brothers but now he has your cute little clumsy self. Man is STRESSING. He somehow thinks if he scolds you that you’ll learn not to fall? So prepare for some scolding. However as he’s scolding you he’s holding you protectively and checking over your injuries. Don’t call him out on it though. He’s a secret softie for you.

“How many times have I told you to be careful? Do you not know how to listen?” He says as he gently bandages your wounds. “Please be careful. I happen to care about you.”

He mumbles the last part.

Karaku

Mans sweatin. He tries to catch you and redirects you from any possible dangers at all times. If someone he misses one he can’t help but face palm. Mainly because he should have known you’d find a way to hurt yourself on something that seems safe. The best at helping you heal and making sure you’re okay though!

“There you go! All bandaged. Now let me kiss it better~”

Cheeky.

Aizetsu

Now he may be the worst to handle this. Poor baby is constantly worried for you. If the injury is serious he will cry while helping you bandage it. He has to cling to you after. Just to make sure you’re there and breathing. A bit dramatic? Maybe but he loves you.

“Please stop getting hurt. It makes me so sad. I can’t handle the thought of one day losing you. I need you.”

Stop falling please.

Urgoi

A teasing little shit. Yes he’s taking care of you and making sure you’re okay but!! He also wants you to laugh. He thinks laughing is the best medicine so he teases you. Nothing to major mainly just saying you do it for his attention. If the injury was serious though he wouldn’t joke!

“Pet as much as I love being your hero I think it’d be easier to just ask for my love and attention instead of going to such lengths for them.”

ALL OF YOU INTO THISE HAMSTER BALLS NOW NO MORE INJURIES

-⛓

NOT THE HAMSTER BALLS!! 🤣🤣🤣

Sekido you big softie, lemme kiss your face. I'll risk getting choked! Just say you're in love with me already 😒

Karaku, my sweet prince, my knight in shining armor, gimme all the kisses on my wounds. But you're not sneaky, you just want a excuse to put your lips on my and potentially taste my blood.

Aizetsu, baby boy, I can't help that I have the coordinates of a dodo bird. Just hold me tight at all times and never let me go.

Cocky, teasing bastard. You think I wanna be this clumsy 👊🏾👊🏾 Now gimme cuddles, stupid happy birb.

#nymph.letters♡#nymph's ⛓️nonnie

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[Gacha Club Mod Ver. Below]

Character Bio

Name: Eldoris Treyton

(Japanese: エルドリス・トレイトン)

Romaji: Erudorisu Toreiton

Quote: “Please don't mind me, I have my options to pick from.”

V/A: Kensho Ono (Japanese)

Beau Bridgland (English)

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Birthday: January 1

Star Sign: Capricorn

Eye Color: Sliver Grey (His Normal Eye Color)

Nude Pink (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Light Blonde Beige

Height: 167 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Electric Box-Jellyfish

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Amelio Treyton (Father)

Lonia Jillian (Mother)

Rahja Jillian (Older Brother)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Gemmeluner (@terrovaniadorm)

School Year: First

Class: 1-A

Student no. 23

Occupation: Student (A scouted student)

Part-Time Delivery Boy

Official Pharmacologist of SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Dance Team (Member), Swim Team (Member)

Best Subject: Endurance Training, Mixed Martial Arts, and Lethal Poison Handling

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly for his right)

Favorite Color: Light Beige, White, Black, and Grey

Favorite Food: Fried Meat, Coffee (Any kind), Vegetable Oiled Salad, Fried Sunny-side Ups, Steamed Shrimps, Color-changing Lemonade, BBQs, S'mores,

Least Favorite Food: Jawbreakers (Got a painful toothache), Slight Sweets, Candies, Goat Liver, Steamed Crab, Potato Stew,

Likes: Peace and Quiet, Slight Song-writing, Dancing (Mostly), Underwater Exploring, Making Coffee Art, Sleep (Mostly), Novel Collection, Ocean View, Slight Distance of socializing,

Dislikes: His older brother's teasing, Dealing Bullshit, Chaos, Getting Squished tightly on anyone's chest (Mostly from Marleigh), Loud Noises, Losing Sleep (Mostly), Too much close up from anyone (Mostly), Being Late, Dehydration,

Hobbies: Making Coffee Art, Sleep (Mostly), Reading Novel Collection, Song-writing, Dancing (Mostly), Secretly a little on singing, Doing his SIDC workload, Baby-sitting his one of his chaotic co-workers (Slightly),

Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Summoning Tentacles, Water-sight Ability, Electric Storing Magic, Hypnotizing Ability, Solo Sleuth, Underwater Third-eye, Shock-wave, Vocal-changing,

Nicknames: Eli or Doris (From his family and friends)

Treyton-san (From Others)

Little Dude (From his older brother)

Rii-san (From Rylee)

Little DoDo (From Marleigh)

Ello (From Lynette and Freya)

Mr. Treyton (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Other Nicknames:

TBA

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Eldoris has a regular but medium average male body build, but he seems to have some muscular up-putting due for swimming a lot underwater and in addition of more training. He has light blonde beige colored hair which it looks long but slightly messy when being tied up for physical training or SIDC workloads. He has sliver grey colored eyes which they can turn into nude pink whenever he uses his myth abilities. Eldoris has selective personality when it comes to interaction towards anyone.

Personality: Was born within in one of the quiet neighborhood apartment buildings within the city streets of Crystalsle in the Island of Enchantment, as the youngest child within his family, he's mostly with his father and older brother whenever he's mother is busy with work. Around his childhood, especially when his mother isn't busy, she tends to teach him of respecting others, in various genders that he will might meet in the future when he gets.

Eldoris, whom that he had it during his childhood days as a younger toddler to kid, didn't know much about it till he interacted with a few of anyone he sees or they had spoken to him, thanks mother's teachings he then became to social a little bit till he was used to it.

Eldoris has a quiet tongue though he's mostly selective when speaking to anyone he speaks to within the academy, though there are days that he would stay quiet throughout the week but he will be talk if you make the move on him first, he isn't good at starting the conversation but will only talk back if you do it first though.

Despite his selective social circle on talking at random, he seems more relaxed whenever he's with his fellow half-myth companions and his SIDC co-workers. Eldoris is used to his race chaotic messes, which he seems to be okay with but till he gets annoyed with some of his friends slightly on accident or not.

If you were to get close to him slowly day by day or week by week, we can all tell he has a sweet personality after chatting with you, which many can see a rather a cute side of him eventually, only if you ever can catch him off guard that is, of you can you'll see a stuttering point of view to his embarrassment.

Don't to be fooled by his appearance, as an ocean-myth he knows when to give you a shocking welcome. Eldoris doesn't trust much at random strangers, especially to those who are trying to get on his good side if he ever sees it on coming. Eldoris will keep his act up for long as he wishes to be, but then when the timing comes, you will get a free yet lasting electro shocking from him eventually. Mostly he won't feel a little pitiful about it.

A male half-myth with a hidden sweet persona, but don't tease him too much though.

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Trivia

-The name 'Eldoris' means by the word 'gold'. While his surname 'Treyton' is a meaning "a settlement near trees".

-He's based on 'Ventricosus' from the anime series called: 'Houseki no Kuni'.

-He's neutral with his dorm mates and dorm leaders.

-He seems to have thing for coffee based food and coffee, he and Hibiki had a good bonding over it whenever he visits his family's cafe.

-As an ocean-myth, he has a beautiful voice when he sings but tends to hide that fact from others aside from his team. Though he seems to be good at the basic of dancing as well, often does song-writing in secret.

-Doesn't like jawbreakers because it broke the backside of his teeth. He ended up going to have a one week appointment to the dentist after the issue.

-Is mostly neutral with his co-workers at the SIDC company, is close with Lynette, Freya, and Fursat there as well.

-Is mostly respectful towards his rank captain Marleigh, but he really dislikes of how she crushes him to losing air by squishing his head on her chest.

-He would understand with Elijah when it comes to Electricity storing in their bodies.

-Has somewhat handled chaos from his team, though it didn't bothered him much.

-Is sleep-deprived whenever he doesn't get any sleeps.

-Was a victim in a house-break in but this resulted him getting a brutal assault from a woman who appeared to be his mother's ex-girlfriend in the past. He received a four-week hospitalization.

-He collects collection novels on a daily basis. His favorite genre is slice of life and mystery

-Is often teased by his older brother often, he slightly embarrassed with it.

-Was a little shy whenever he speaks, well a little mostly at girls. But his mother helped with his little problem but decided to be a bit selective with it.

-His voice sounds calm and gentle when he speaks, but the tone changes whenever he's shouts loudly. Which is why I chose Kensho Ono for his Japanese voice actor, and Beau Bridgland for his English voice actor.

-Has a pet puppy name 'Mocha'.

-Is annoyed with Clementine with her activities, though he tries to be neutral with her but failed slightly.

-Gets dehydrated a bit, he drinks a lot of water.

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