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I THINK!! usopp and nami (and maybe others too) need to learn haki. They said you can't be in the new world without it because everyone is just so incredibly strong and here we are. They are getting headbutted to death and can't do anything about it (their abilities are being nerfed for the plot I know) but they could be SO GOOD if they could do something more idk.... we saw how strong nami was with zeus.... but she has fought with her bostaff before and that just disappeared... nami haki bostaff you will live in my dreams I guess
#jesus christ the blood#OH MY GOD!! KIKU!!!!!#WHY HER????????#episode 1005#WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO SUFFER!!! TAKE ALL HER PAOM AND MAKE SANJI HAVE IT#SHINOBU!!!!!! YAMATO!!! DESTROY THEM!!!!!#rovin and chipper with a plank akdhass#hamlet and fourtricks lmaooo#now back to BEAUTIFUL WOMEN SUFFERING!!!! SHE IS NOT DEAD DONT MAKE THAT FACE!!!! OH SHE IS ALRIGHT#WOUND CAUTERIZING OMG!!!!! kaido just there watching ajdjakdjk AND SHE GETS UP TO FIGHT AGAIN!!! BADDEST BITCH IN WANO!!!!#now she cant do the oden nitoryuu#death makes humans whole..... you could have had your head cut off 10 minutes ago#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1006#im blaming sanji for kikus arm. if he had gotten there earlier he would have gotten the hit and a woman wouldn't have spilled her blood#APOO IS ALIVE AND KICKING AGAIN??? DIEEEEEE#episode 1007#you know its getting slow when the episode tags look like this lmao#zoro complaining how fighting apoo is a waste KILL HIM THEN!!! DECAPITATION!!!!#not only ZORO but DRAKE IS THERE TOO! APOO SHOULD BE QUARTERED ALREADY!!!!#NAMI!!!!!! ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL WOMAN SUFFERING AND AS ALWAYS SANJI IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!!! HYPOCRITE!!!!#this is why armor haki needs to be taught on the sunny. wdym nami can just get super hit. like come on. this is just self preservation#omg..... usopp brain fracture.... NAMI AVENGE HIM!!!#OMG NAMI WILLI#G TO DIEEE FOR LUFFYS DREAM!!! AND TAMAAA!!!!!!!! COMES AND SAVES HER!!!!!#usopp wanting her to lie and save herself but no..... damn and he wouldn't do it either#episode 1009#CARROT KICK HIS ASS!!!!! noooooooo :(((( i feel like we don't get enough of someone missing someone dead like this.... it's so good....#WANDA SULONG TOO?? LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!! PEROSPERO SAY YOUR PRAYERS!!!!
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POST GAME || Ruggie Bucchi
wc: 1009
tags: ruggie bucchi, fem!reader only because reader is referenced as a “girl” in a boys locker room, established relationship because i said so, ruggie post game after a win, rugbert is cheeky as always, he also likes kpop because why not, slightly suggestive, never proofread- we type and upload
a/n: i sat for an hour in an unstable mental state after seeing this ruggie bucchi card. yana put her whole ass into this card. me thinks yana has a secret favorite, i mean have you seen ruggie's ssr cards ??? bangers
You tapped your phone screen once more, checking the time. It had been at least 20 minutes since the spelldrive match had ended and the NRC team had gone back to their locker room. You were trying to be patient, but it was killing you how long your boyfriend was taking. One after one, the team started to leave, but there was no sign of your biscuit brown, tousled-haired beau. You checked your phone one last time before you huffed and pushed past the entrance doors. You made your way past the short hallway of lockers into the open space where only a few team members remained, gathering their gear and belongings. Ruggie sat on the bench in the middle of the room.
He had already taken off his black athletic shirt and was in the process of taking off his cleats. He had music playing from his phone, feeling the rhythm and quietly singing to himself as he unstrapped his knee braces and put them in his bag. You stood there in front of him, hearing the sounds of the other lockers closing and the not so subtle whispers about a girl being in the boys’ locker room as the last of the team left for the night. You rested your hands on your hips and put on your best pouting face for him to see when he finally acknowledged you standing there. You watched as he continued to take his time removing each of his things and tucking them away in his bag. He softly changed his gaze to look at you, raised one eyebrow and grinned as he sang to you. “Baby, you a gangster, got my hands tied. Fallin’ for you deeper girl, I can’t lie. So sweet, like honey, honey.~ ”
“Ruggie, come on. It’s getting late and I want to go back to the dorms. It’s already cold and I’m tired,” you whined, grabbing his hand and tugging on it. “Honey, Honey, Honey, workin’ for you like a bee. Buzzin’ for you baby, baby. Tell me what you need. What you need, ha, you can say please,” he continued to serenade you with a look that on normal occasions would have you melting, but not at this moment. You dropped his hand harshly and lightly pinched one of his ears. “Hey, hey, those are sensitive,” he groaned before chuckling to himself and pulling out his normal everyday clothes from his bag. “And you’re tired? I forgot you just played in the match, my bad, chief.” He grabbed your hand back and pulled you onto his lap.
“Stop, you’re all sweaty and gross!” you exclaimed, clambering to get out of his grip. Your need to get away only made him pull you closer into his embrace. “But, I thought you liked this,” he snickered as he nuzzled his sweat soaked forehead on your shoulder. His eyes were beaming as he looked up at you, his fangs peaking through his mischievous grin. It was a hard sight to be upset at, and he knew that all too well. He knew you all too well. “Ruggie,” you whined again. “Say please, or we stay here all night,” he teased. “Please, Ruggie, hurry up,” you replied, your voice monotonous. His ears drooped a bit as he looked at you. “That doesn’t sound very sincere.”
“What? You want me to get on the floor and beg?” His ears perked up at your suggestion, which was supposed to be more of a rhetorical question. “Ruggie, I’m not getting on the floor and begging you to get undressed so we can go home.” You watched as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes. “You don’t want me undressed? I’m hurt. What do I do all this working out for then? For the boys?” he asked playfully. You lightly pushed him back and rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean. You’re still partially in your uniform and have to change. Don’t you think we should go home and rest? You guys just won another placement match, so you’ll want to be ready for the semifinals.”
“Yeah, yeah. We can go soon.” He moved you off his lap and onto the bench before standing up. He grabbed the hand towel that had been on the opposite side of him and used it to dry off the droplets of sweat on his face, neck, and chest before tossing it back on the bench. The locker room didn’t have much going on visually besides the random “team spirit” and “sportsmanship” posters hanging up on the walls behind a row of lockers. Ruggie was much more aesthetically pleasing to look at than them. You watched observantly as he searched his shirt for the tag so he put it on right, his forearm flexing every time his grip changed on the fabric. He pulled the shirt over his head, making sure to let his ears through first so they didn’t get tugged on.
He noticed you looking at his arms as he pulled his shirt down and straightened it out. “Don’t ogle me, weirdo.” He stood in front of you and leaned down to meet your eye level and placed one hand on either side of you. “Y’know, we did just win, and we don’t have to leave the locker rooms just yet.” Again, his fangy grin had you enamored as you felt your blood rushing to your face. You took the damp towel he had used previously and shoved it in his face between you both. “I wanna go home, Ruggie, please, you’re the one being a weirdo,” you teased playfully. “Yeah, okay, I’ll remember that. See if I share any of my snacks with you then,” he sighed as he ruffled his hair.
“Snacks?” you said intrigued. He bit his lip and shrugged as he grabbed his pants and walked off to the bathroom. “Ruggie, wait- are the snacks here??” you shouted to him. He just snickered as he closed the door without saying anything more.
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The Seer pt II
Summary: Hunter’s not quite sure what to make of the fake psychic who’s dragged him into this actual nightmare. But he does know that he’s not about to leave her to deal with it on her own.
Pairing: Pre Hunter x F!Reader
Word Count: 1009
Warnings: Discussions of Order 66
Prompt: "Are you mad at me? It's okay if you are. I mad at me, too."
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I finally decided to write another part to this, and it's probably going to be slow burn Hunter x reader, if I can keep it up, lol. The next part will be them running from the spirits again.
The first time Hunter met her, it was because of Phee. Phee dragged him and his brothers to her shop, and honestly, Hunter didn’t think much of her at the time.
He thought that she had a cute face, even though it was covered in make-up. And he thought that she had a nice voice, when she wasn’t adding that wispy flare to it.
But that was it.
The scent of the shop gave him a migraine, so he kept his distance. Plus, Omega was a little wary around her, so Hunter was careful to make sure that his youngest sibling wouldn’t have to spend time with her.
He can’t help but wonder if all of that was a facade to make people want to avoid her.
Hunter had been genuinely surprised to hear that she changed the incense that she used, simply because it gave him a migraine. It made no sense. It wasn’t as though they were friends, after all.
Surprised…and touched.
People don’t do things simply to make his life easier. At least, not in his experience.
Still, if he had known that becoming friendly with her was going to lead to this…he would have stayed away.
“Hunter? Are you awake?” Her voice is quiet, and for a moment, Hunter considers pretending that he’s still asleep.
But he’s not that much of an asshole.
“Yeah.” He says quietly, “I’m awake. Why are you awake?”
He hears movement and he turns his head to see her sitting up, the thin blanket that he managed to grab from the marauder pooling around her thighs, “It’s cold.” She replies quietly.
Hunter sits up and looks at her closely. She’s shivering, though it’s not that cold. In fact, he’s totally comfortable without a blanket. “Because of the spirits?” He asks.
“Probably,” She pulls the blanket up over her shoulders, trying to stop the shivering, “Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”
She ducks her head, “For getting you involved.” She pushes her hair behind her ears, only for it to fall back in her face. Her hair tie broke earlier when one of the spirits got too close.
Hunter sighs heavily, and pulls his bandana off, “Here, use this to tie your hair out of your face.”
“...but it’s yours.”
“And I’m letting you use it. Don’t question it.”
“I…right. Sorry.” She quickly fashions it into a headband, and uses it to push the hair out of her face.
Hunter nods once, and lays back down, folding his arms under his head, “You should get some rest. I doubt those spirits are going to give up, so we’ll be running in the morning.”
“...right.”
He tilts his head slightly, there’s something uneasy in her scent, and Hunter frowns. “What’s wrong?”
She’s quiet for a moment, “Are you mad at me?”
Hunter immediately sits back up, “What?”
“It’s okay if you are!” She adds quickly, her eyes wide, “I…I’m mad at myself, too.”
“I’m not mad at you, copikla.” Hunter corrects with a frown, “Why would you think that?” The familiar mando’a word falls from his lips with ease and he internally cringes, please don’t let her know enough Mando’a to know what it means.
Even in the dim light, he’s able to see her brows furrow and her lips moved as she mimicked the word, though she doesn’t seem too inclined to rip his head off or ask him what it means, so Hunter’s happy to take the win.
“It’s…dumb.” She says slowly.
“Tell me anyway.”
She makes a face, “The spirits…they’re very chatty-”
“Wait, wait, wait. You can understand them?” Hunter slides closer to her, “What are they saying? All I hear is static.”
“All sorts of things,” She replies with a small frown, “None of it is nice-”
“Come on, copikla.” Hunter prods, “Give me something to work with.”
“They say it’s my fault!” She blurts, “They say…they say I could have saved them, and that it’s my fault that they’re dead. They say that I wanted them dead and I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”
“Hey! Hey, hey.” Hunter reaches out and cups her face, “The Purge wasn’t your fault.” Because what else could she mean, “And of course you didn’t want them dead.”
“But…they’re right. I could have saved them-”
“No. No, you couldn’t have.”
She stares at him, her eyes wide, and Hunter leans in to press his forehead against hers, forcing her to keep eye contact with him.
“Palpatine was going to see the Jedi murdered no matter what. If it wasn’t the clones it was going to be something else.” Hunter tightens his hold on her cheeks, “What happened, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have prevented it from happening. No one could have.”
She presses her hands over his, “...I miss them.”
“I know.” Hunter’s voice is soft, “Did you ever give yourself the chance to mourn them?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry.”
She closes her eyes, “Yeah, well…Palpatine killed all of my people…but he’s doing the same to all of yours. So, I’m sorry too.”
Hunter feels a sharp pang, he had never been close to many of the regs. But they were still his brothers, weren’t they? “Well, there’s nothing to do about it, is there?”
“...yeah. I guess.”
Hunter lightly releases her, before he presses a light kiss to her forehead, and then he pulls away. She presses her hand against her forehead and stares at him, wide eyed, “I’m not mad at you.” Hunter says, “And I’m not going to let these spirits kill you. There will be no more dead jedi. Not on my watch.”
Something in her gaze softens, “...thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now. Come here. You can share my body heat until the sun rises.”
She regards him silently for a moment, and then she nods. She shifts so that she’s pressed against his side, and Hunter folds his arms around her, “Good night, copikla.”
“What does that even mean?” She mumbles against his chest.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing bad.”
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COMMISSIONED ! click the source for 1009 gifs of JULIA DALAVIA from PANTANAL S01E59-80(2022). she is brazilian. please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. enjoy !
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round one of the tournament to crown the ultimate supreme weirdgirl is over! here are the results and the brackets for round two!!!
the voting page is here! voting ends on october 19th, at 11:59PM GMT / 3:59PM PST. be sure to share this post after voting to spread the word!!!
thank you all so much for your votes in the first round!!! we had an excellent turnout with a total of 1,364 votes and a whole lot of sharing the tournament around tumblr, which was really exciting to see. some of these matches were extremely close and it was so intense to watch the vote count go up over the last two days! round two is gonna be even more intense going off the statistics, so be sure to stay tuned!!
before I go any further I want to briefly talk about this amazing art drawn by my good friend @volatilemask campaigning for trucy wright in her round 1 match. judging by the way her vote count suddenly spiked after this was posted, it seems that campaigning for your favourite really does make a difference, so I highly encourage anyone who feels inspired to make a campaign post to do so!! your enthusiasm means the world and I would love to see more of these kinds of posts, so be sure to tag me and link to the voting page!
I'll quickly run through the results of the first round matches under the cut.
Lydia Deetz vs Pinkie Pie: Lydia Deetz with 773 votes (56.7%) and Pinkie Pie with 591 votes (43.3%)
Ponyo vs Tsukimi Kurashita: Ponyo with 1075 votes (78.8%) and Tsukimi Kurashita with 289 votes (21.2%)
Wednesday Addams vs Little My: Wednesday Addams with 776 votes (56.9%) and Little My with 588 votes (43.1%)
Orla McCool vs Kate Bush: Orla McCool with 723 votes (53%) and Kate Bush with 641 votes (47%)
The Thirteenth Doctor vs Janet: The Thirteenth Doctor with 419 votes (30.7%) and Janet with 945 votes (69.3%)
Mabel Pines vs Tina Belcher: Mabel Pines with 1046 votes (76.7%) and Tina Belcher with 318 votes (23.3%)
Dot Warner vs D.W. Read: Dot Warner with 671 votes (49.2%) and D.W. Read with 693 votes (50.8%) [literally 20 votes between these two. this one was absolutely insane to watch. I really believed dot was gonna pull ahead by the end!!!]
Trucy Wright vs Meilin Lee: Trucy Wright with 726 votes (53.2%) and Meilin Lee with 638 votes (46.8%) [another crazy one. meilin was winning for most of the round and then trucy started gaining speed out of nowhere in the last few hours. as a diehard trucy fan this was extra intense for me, LOL]
Coraline Jones vs Haruhi Suzumiya: Coraline Jones with 1161 votes (85.1%) and Haruhi Suzumiya with 203 votes (14.9%) [Coraline received more votes than any other girl this round. whether she can keep up that momentum will be very interesting to see!]
Alphys vs Entrapta: Alphys with 837 votes (61.4%) and Entrapta with 527 votes (38.6%)
Toph Beifong vs Sticks the Badger: Toph Beifong with 1113 votes (81.6%) and Sticks the Badger with 251 votes (18.4%)
Lilo Pelekei vs Frankie Stein: Lilo Pelekei with 1129 votes (82.8%) and Frankie Stein with 235 votes (17.2%)
Leslie Burke vs Misa Amane: Leslie Burke with 595 votes (43.6%) and Misa Amane with 769 votes (56.4%)
Tome Kurata vs Emu Otori: Tome Kurata with 1009 votes (74%) and Emu Otori with 355 votes (26%)
Lisa Simpson vs Velma Dinkley: Lisa Simpson with 501 votes (36.7%) and Velma Dinkley with 863 votes (63.3%)
May Chang vs Matilda Wormwood: May Chang with 301 votes (27.1%) and Matilda Wormwood with 1063 votes (77.9%)
#weirdgirl wars#tumblr polls#polls#beetlejuice#ponyo#the addams family#derry girls#the good place#gravity falls#arthur#ace attorney#coraline#undertale#avatar the last airbender#lilo and stitch#death note#mob psycho 100#scooby doo#matilda
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Imma need a part two on that chad story. (When ever you can ☺️)
Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader: are you a scorpio or not?
Warnings: swearing (i think), (bad) flirting, chad is so fine, i still have no idea about college life.
Tags: fluffy, part 2 of if it’s meant to be…, reader can be read as plus size reader or non white reader, (bad) flirting.
Reader pronouns: Non stated.
Word count: 1009
Summary: Reader’s path and Chad’s cross again.
Author’s note: it took FOREVER, but here it is!! part 2!! part 3 anyone? lmao. help i’ve fallen for this man and can’t get up. graphic is mine and i dropped my chad playlist in case someone wants to take a peak!
taglist: @shisuishoe @15byrinth
criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas.
College was… intense. It was nothing like high school, people were right on that, but sometimes you were doubtful about which one you really liked more. As you made your way out of your classroom and started walking through Blackmore University’s campus, your mind was already busy with all the assignments, projects and research you would have to do during the weekend. Halloween had been less than a week ago, and although short, you had already gotten used to being rather free although there wasn’t a specific break, so going back was really crushing you.
Hordes of students crowded the campus, some of them talked loud about their plans for the weekend — frat parties, private gatherings —, and others did just the same as you, walking quietly and with their mind set to something, like the humdrum around them didn’t exist. You would have continued walking that way if you hadn’t had to forcefully dodge a group of people who didn’t even try to make a little bit of a way for you, ultimately making you lean too much to the left and bumping into what felt like an immovable rock.
“Oh, watch it!” You exclaimed, as your hand came to your shoulder to rub the slight pain away, but when your head lifted to see who you had bumped into, all the ugly words waiting to be said disappeared and your mind went blank for a whole second. You knew him — hell, you had flirted with him. “Chad?”
Chad’s eyes widened as he realized who you were — that beautiful and funny person who had stolen all his attention during the Halloween party, to only be met in the end with a mysterious and too forward quote when he had asked for your number. He had bumped into you completely out of accident, too focused on what Mindy was telling Anika to realize you were there too; but as soon as his eyes laid on you he stopped walking. “Hey!”
Anika and Mindy only turned slightly when they realized Chad wasn’t following, and after taking a look at the way you two were looking at each other, both of them tried not to roll their eyes and continued walking.
You felt yourself getting a little bit embarrassed, after all, he had only asked for your number and you had gone on to say that if it was meant to be, you would meet again. You had cringed for a full day, only calming yourself to the thought that you would probably not see each other ever again. But there he was, with his school bag hanging from his shoulder, a calm smile, looking at you and with his friends walking away from him. It looked unreal.
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He said, as soon as he realized you hadn’t said anything.
“No, no, it’s alright.” You shook your head, and you forced yourself to stop rubbing your shoulder. After all, the bump hadn’t hurt that much — he must have some good muscles under that hoodie, you found yourself wondering before you could stop yourself.
Chad only raised his eyebrows, teasingly. Oh, was he worthy of being the front page of a male model magazine. “You didn’t sound like it was alright.”
“That’s because I thought you were some jerk.” You explained, letting your feet shift slightly.
You glanced at his group of friends, almost impossible to see considering how further away they were, but you held yourself back from telling him about it — maybe it was selfish, but you didn’t mind talking to him for a bit more, so you didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like he looked worried about being left behind.
“So you’re saying I’m not a jerk.” Chad grinned, while tilting his head to the side. Ah, there it was, that damn smile. It warmed your heart, childishly.
“Well, duh.” You chuckled. “I wouldn’t be talking to you if you were, would I?”
Chad hummed slightly, before he shrugged. “No clue, it’s not like I know you that well, y’know? Not even your zodiac sign…” And his grin came back.
You could only laugh at the way he was mirroring what you had told him during that Halloween party, and for some seconds, you looked away as a big smile made its way into your face. Chad watched you closely, still smiling, tenderness filling his eyes — you looked really pretty, and that thought crossing his mind made his grin turn into the sweetest smile, almost pure adoration dripping like honey.
“Yeah, but see…” Shrugging, you looked back at him. “That can actually be fixed.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” Chad said as his smile grew even bigger, something you didn’t expect to be possible. He took a look around you, watching how the crowd of students coming out of their classrooms was already disappearing. “Do you happen to be free for a coffee? Because, I don’t know if you remember, but I owe you a drink.”
“Oh, I do remember.” Suddenly, all the things you had to do weren’t looking as important as they did. They certainly weren’t more important than that smile before you, and this time you hoped your friend wouldn’t come completely drunk to stop you from going further with him. Still, you glanced at your watch before saying, “Sure, I have time. Know any good places?”
Chad nodded, and as he passed by your side, his shoulder brushed yours to encourage you to get closer to him. “Just the perfect one.”
You got the hint and made sure to walk on his level, without bothering every time your shoulders brushed him; until he shamelessly let his hand touch yours. Your heart made a little bit of a jump at that, but after smiling, you allowed that touch to happen again. Maybe your quote hadn’t been so cringy.
“So, time for the truth.” Chad said as he looked right ahead, but his gaze dropped to look at you watching him curiously. “Are you a scorpio or not?”
Laugh spilled from your mouth.
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Batfamily: Incorrect Quote
by Ema_Forte
Words: 1009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Italiano
Series: Part 2 of Batfamily slice of life
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain
Additional Tags: incorrect quote
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🔮 Iluso 🌌
A little AASOAF AU piece inspired by this post that I just couldn't let go. Tagging @outpost51 bc I remember you being excited about this idea! Also please accept this as my sole contribution to this years OC Kiss Week because my body is in open rebellion against me 💙 Anyway, enjoy or don't! Do whatever you want!
WC: 1009
CW: drug use, sexual content
Characters: Fay, Wilkes
a/n: The title is the Spanish word, iluso, which roughly translates to 'dreamer/idealist' in English, to mean someone who daydreams/is easily led/prone to fantasies.
Nights on the marina always tasted of salt. Sometimes fish. On occasion, smoke, and rarer still, like rum and weed. Those were never sweet—
Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk.
—usually biting—
Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk.
—even angry.
Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk.
Running parallel to the shore was a walkway and down it came the figure whose sound had interrupted Wilkes’ musings. She pushed herself along, leaning one way, then the other on her longboard to weave between obstacles. Her hair flowed like bundles of seaweed behind her and her baggy t-shirt flapped about her to outline her lithe frame. She, Fay, looked the epitome of a black flag raised to signal nefarious intention.
“Did you bring the good shit this time?” He called out when she was just feet away.
“Course I did.” She replied as she came to a stop and popped her board into her hand. “Always do.”
“Nah. Whatever you had last time fucked me up.”
“That’s cuz you’re a lightweight. C’mon.”
He chuckled as she tucked the board under her arm and led the way down the narrow docks toward his yacht. She launched into some whirlwind explanation of the ‘good stuff’ to occupy that short stretch of time. What strain she’d brought, where she’d sourced it from, how she was the first to try it, and how the grower dedicated it to her. He supposed that was interesting, but not as interesting as the sway of her hips or the bareness of her legs in those tiny shorts…
They boarded, and she wasted no time making herself comfortable. She abandoned her longboard some place, kicked off her shoes, and found a spot on the bow. He was glad of her ease. It made him, this shitty little boat, and his little money laundering scheme feel grander. Real, even. He joined her as she fished a neatly rolled joint from her pocket and pinched it between her lips with a frown. Much as he enjoyed that look, and watching her struggle to find a lighter, he was eager for other things tonight.
He flipped open his brass lighter and ignited its small flame. She gave him a look as he shielded the little light and beckoned her forward. Instead, she caught the joint in her finger and thumb, pulled it from her mouth, and neared its end to the fire. He chuckled. Never easy with her. Eyes locked to his, she rotated it in the flame for a short while and once satisfied, brought it to her lips and took the first hit.
He snapped the lighter closed as she let out that difficult sigh, followed by a small hazy plume, then passed the joint to him. He took it, tasting her on its end, then inhaled and sighed. A breeze washed over them. She shut her eyes. He watched her. And like this, several quiet minutes passed as the joint changed from his hand and lips to hers. Their bodies slowly melted from their seated position, eventually easing them both onto their backs.
All becalmed, she turned to him and smiled. “What do you have for me, quartermaster?”
He chuckled. “Well, you see, captain, I heard of a mercenary ship sailing these waters which just exchanged her cargo for payment. It’s ripe for the taking.”
“Colors?” she whispered.
His breath hitched. That rasp, those features…her eyes especially. Golden and so, so deep. He fell. Through time, through space, through planes of existence, and beyond.
“Green and gold of the Pale Kingdom…”
They took up the tale between their animated hands, weaving it with careful fingers against that night robed sky. Stars twinkled in and out of view as they imagined great billowing sails, the strain of lines, and the shouts of men. Surrounding them, the baritone concert of broadsides and kraken roars, and echoing a response, splintering wood and the demise of their enemies.
It was on this stage that they beheld their true forms.
A captain ravaged by dark magic, and her faithful quartermaster once lauded as a hero of old…
Their story was as sordid as it was beautiful. It told of great struggle, of pain, of fear, of loss, and on occasion, joy. Destined were they to reach for more and cursed were they to obtain it, for it would never be enough. To drop a hand to the bottom of the sea or to stretch into the furthest corners of the sky and feel nothing. Such was their burden, such was their sorrow. So they lay there, story told, and settled to reach for that which lay closer than anything else—each other. Hands intertwined, his ring glinted in the moonlight, outlining the words pressed into it. A lazy chuckle escaped her.
“‘Stuck Up’…I like that.”
He turned his head and pressed a kiss onto her temple. “I like you.”
“Why? Because I give you free weed?” She asked with a sleepy smile.
“No…because I like you.”
She frowned. “Stop saying things like that. You’re gonna confuse me…”
“What’s confusing about it?” He asked, pulling his hand from hers to trace a claw along her jaw, coaxing her ever closer.
“Nothing…I guess.”
“Then tell me you like me too.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t.”
“Bullshit.”
“I don’t.” She uttered as she bunched his shirt into her fists and softly touched her lips to his. “I hate you, you stupid pirate…”
One kiss, then another, and another, each one taking a piece of clothing with it and replacing its cover with their greedy palms and the nipping night air. Flesh and scales curved and dipped until her hips pressed down onto his, trapping the heat of their frustration in the space she’d vacated for him. There it smoldered, stoked by his furious eyes and her parted lips, devouring them both into its selfish jaws and claiming their bodies for its own. Spellbound, they concocted a wicked possessiveness borne from the illusion of free will.
“I like you…”
“I hate you…”
“I need you…”
“Then damned we’ll be.”
“Whatever, it’s you and me.”
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The kitten
Fanfic (Oneshot)
Pairing: Lucemond
Tags: Fluff, Childhood Friends, Soft Aemond
Word count: 1009
This is a drabble that escalated. Enjoy! (Cross posted on ao3 as leiabird)
When they were children, Lucerys would often trail after his uncle Aemond. Aegon and Jace would be too busy being first born sons or rather busy evading their duties as first born sons, to play with the younger ones. Even though Jace was barely older than him.
So Luke would spend his time with Aemond. He would chatter and play with him even when the other didn’t seem amused by his shenanigans. Aemond despised how his nephew seemed to cling to him as if they had been tied together.
That changed when at seven years old Lucerys found a kitten. He was playing hide and seek with his brother and his uncles when he heard the faint meowing. Quickly he picked it up from the corner where it had been abandoned and wrapped it in his cloak to shield it from the cold winds. Lucerys adored the little cat from the start.
He tried to hide it beneath his tunic, but it slipped out from underneath it during dinner. Everyone was quite surprised when a sweet little cat fled from Lucerys’ grasp and started to devour Queen Alicent’s meal. The Queen’s shrieking was enough for Rhaenyra to agree to her son’s pleas to keep the kitten, even if it was to spite Alicent. From then on Lucerys would always carry the little cat with him or one would find one of them trailing after the other. Luke was enamoured.
It also meant he didn’t have as much time as before to cling to Aemond who was relieved. For a time. Then he started to feel lonely when Aegon and Jace were spending time together and Luke was busy with his cat. He grew to despise the kitten. The thing had taken away his only companion no matter how tiring he could be. He found himself trying to catch Luke’s attention. But it always immediately found its way back to the kitten.
That was until one day when everyone was huddling inside by a fire due to a storm, Luke burst through the door crying. “I can’t find Kitty!”
Aemond snorted at the unimaginative name. Lucerys on the other hand was worried sick. It was cold outside and raining as if the gods were unleashing the whole Narrow Sea upon King’s Landing. Luke said that the kitten had been trying to catch mice outside.
‚The only thing it will catch in this weather is its death‘, Aemond thought to himself. Lucerys seemed to have a similar train of thought because he was now crying even harder while his mother tried to console him. Aemond was glad the cat was finally out of his sight but he also couldn’t stand Luke‘s wailing and silently slipped out of the room.
The winds of the storm even found their way into the hallways of the Red Keep, through cracks in the stones. It was terribly cold and Aemond wrapped his cloak tighter around him. His first destination was the Godswood but then he stopped. He knew where the mice were in the Red Keep. During their sword training when they were taught to keep their senses sharp he would sometimes observe the mice running over the courtyard. They would sneak into the walls of the Red Keep through the same cracks that let in the wind.
With steady strides he made his way to his new destination only hesitating when he arrived at the big doors that led to the courtyard. Here he could hear the rain and wind even more prominently. Taking a deep breath he pushed the gate open and hurried outside before he could change his mind. It took only seconds for him to be completely soaked to the bone. Shivering he tightened his coat and quickly went along.
Where on earth would a little cat hide in such a storm? He looked under one of the carts that were positioned in the yard, then he went further to the back. Should he look in the corners? Under one of the little porch roofs?
Passing one of the tables where Ser Criston usually placed their training equipment he came to an abrupt halt. Then he crouched down and looked under the table. Cowering and shivering under the table was Lucerys‘ kitten. It was meowing miserably.
„You dumb little thing“ muttered Aemond and reached out to grab it. Surprisingly it didn’t protest and immediately clung to his chest when he picked it up. With its fur completely soaked it didn’t even look like a cat anymore. Sighing Aemond wrapped it in his coat when it continued its meowing.
„It’s alright“ he said soothing „I got you now“ Then he stopped abruptly. What kind of idiot talked to a cat?
Hurriedly he made his way back inside and promptly faced his enraged mother.
„What on earth were you thinking?“ she started her tirade „Going outside in such a weather? You will catch a cold or a fever! What were you doing?“
Behind her the rest of the family stood sheepishly.
Lifting his coat up Aemond answered „I got the cat“
Immediately Lucerys sprinted forward.
„Kitty!“ he exclaimed relieved and freed Aemond of the kitten. The thing immediately began purring and rubbing its wet fur on Lucerys‘ dry clothing.
„You went outside in the storm for the cat?!“ enraged his mother herself further.
She was interrupted and when at the exact same moment Aemond and the cat sneezed. He was really really cold and his nose started running.
„I think the boy should change into dry clothing before his next lecture, your Grace“ said Rhaenyra.
Aemond had never been so thankful for his oldest sister. He hated being sick and he started to feel the cold sink into his bones and make its home there.
But before he could make his way to his chambers his nephew stepped forward.
„Thank you, Aemond“ said Lucerys smiling „For finding Kitty.“
Aemond didn’t feel the cold any longer. The beaming smile Lucerys gave him and only him was enough to thoroughly warm him from the inside.
#a drabble escalated#lucemond#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#lucerys x aemond#hotd#house of the dragon#fanfic#fanficiton#ao3#cross posted on ao3
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So re your tags on the pope post...
Where's the menorah krindor?
So, starting at the very beginning.
70 CE: Titus sacks Jerusalem and loots the Second Temple. In his triumph (fancy war parade) he has the Menorah, as is recorded by Josephus Flavius in 71 CE and by the Arch of Titus' reliefs in 81 CE
The Menorah is displayed in the Tempulum Pacis in Rome, and 2nd century CE Rabbis claim to have seen it in Rome, as well as various other artifacts from the desroyed temple including the parochet and the choshen.
Now here's the thing. This is the last time historical texts mention the Menorah by name so everything below here needs to be taken with an increasing pile of salt
410 CE: The Visigoths sack Rome. Procipius of Ceasarea (500-560), a Byzantine Historian, writes that the Visigoths take "treasures of Solomon the King of the Hebrews." If this includes the Menorah, the trail goes cold. So that's it right? The Menorah got taken to a secondary location and was lost forever, right?
Wrong, because that's not the only time Procipius mentions Jewish Temple loot.
425 CE: The Vandals sack Rome again, to the point where the word vandalize comes from it. Procipius notes that their leader, Geiseric, takes "a huge amount of imperial treasure" with him to Carthage, which was at that time the Vandal capital.
Trust me this is relevant
534 CE: The Byzantine Emperor Justinian sacks Carthage, and they hold a triumph in Constantinople. Among the paraded items are "treasures of the Jews, which Titus, the son of Vespasian, together with certain others, had brought to Rome after the capture of Jerusalem”
That these "treasures of the Jews" include the Menorah is not a new theory, as is indicated in the 19th century painting Geiseric sacking Rome by Karl Bryullov
(Note the Menorah)
So it's in Istanbul right?
Wrong, because our boy Procipius isn't done yet: according to him, Justinian sent the "treasures of the Jews" to Christian sanctuaries in Jerusalem, since he heard that they were cursed that any city save Jerusalem that held them was doomed to be sacked.
This is the last time the "treasures of the Jews" are mentioned in historical texts.
So for our next step, lets look at major churches in Jerusalem in the 6th century, and officially enter the cork-board and string section of this rant post.
As well as the extant Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the Hagia Sion Basilica, and the Church of the Holy Apostles, Justinian built a church himself in the city, called the Nea, in 534 CE, just nine years after sacking Carthage. It would not be unreasonable that he'd send the Menorah to his own church, so we can theorize that it's in the Nea for the remainder of the 6th century (there are, of course, problems with relying on one historian's account of these things, but this is for fun, not a published article)
So that's it? It's in one of the churches of Jerusalem?
...
So in 614 CE Jerusalem gets sacked by the Sasanian/Persian Empire, who according to historical records destroy all the churches.
Now here's the thing. Recent archaeological evidence gives rise to the possibility that our Byzantine historical sources are trying to stir up outrage against the Sasanians: While mass graves dating to around 614 CE were found, the churches and Christian residential neighborhoods were barely, if at all, damaged, and the Nea itself was very possibly completely undamaged. This is, however, a recent theory, and the academics are still hashing it out.
So it may be in one of the churches of Jerusalem?
Tragically, even if the 614 siege didn't get the churches, in 1009 the Fatimid Caliph al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah destroyed all churches, synagogues, and many religious artifacts of both Christians and Jews in Jerusalem. So if by some miracle the Menorah had survived until this point, if it was in Jerusalem it was most likely destroyed.
But that's disappointing, and what's a good conspiracy theory without going a step or two beyond what is reasonable?
Apparently, while the churches, synagogues and most of the artifacts were destroyed, at least in the case of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, objects that could be carried away were looted, rather than destroyed. And if we know anything about the Menorah at this point, that thing is certainly able to be carried away by people.
If the Menorah was looted rather than destroyed, it's not unreasonable that it would have made it's way to the Fatimid capital of Cairo. However, as the historical record dried up some 500 years beforehand, beyond this point it's unreasonable to attempt to track the Menorah.
So that's it. If the Menorah wasn't destroyed it most likely made its way to Egypt and was lost or destroyed there.
Is what I'd say if I wasn't so far down this rabbit hole I was beyond reason. Because as we all know there's one place that has all the significant treasures of Cairo and a penchant for looting:
The British Museum
#i cant in good conscience call this either archaeology or history#anyway this is very unhinged but was fun to research#pseudoarchaeology#pseudohistory#jewish stuff
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The unconventional unlikely inconceivable absurd potion alliance
The unconventional, unlikely, inconceivable, absurd potion alliance
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by HarmonyinDark245
Pissed by Harry’s progress in potions class, Draco and Hermione form an unlikely alliance to outshine the Chosen One. Set during HBP
Words: 1009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Pre-Relationship, Potions, Alliances, Drabble, Random & Short, Banter
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crossed paths (1009 words) by mechup
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Merlin (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lancelot/Merlin
Characters: Lancelot, Merlin
Additional Tags: Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Merlin almost loses Lancelot and does not react well.
@mercelotweek
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Complicated
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by DeadDoveUSUK
Arthur has a complicated relationship with his son.
Words: 1009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Underage
Categories: M/M
Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia)
Relationships: America/England (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Parent/Child Incest
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Dont Let me Bleed Out
by UTOTMercenaryClub
Xie Lian is on her period. Who is she to call? Hua Cheng is gone right now, same with Shi Qingxuan, and even Feng Xin isn’t reliable in this type of thing!
So she texts her mom.
Not her real mom—she’s dead.
(Xie Lian and Mu Qing friendship 🤭🤭)
Words: 1009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Huā Chéng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Shī Qīngxuán
Relationships: Mù Qíng & Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn/Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú)
Additional Tags: Female Huā Chéng/Female Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Mu Qing being cool, Ex-Roomates, background hualian, If you squint FengQing, Xie Lian on her period, non romantic, Platonic Relationships
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Be enough
by Purrsly
He may not be Suguru Getou, but he would be the next best thing.
Words: 1009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Mentioned Suguru Getou
Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento
Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Mentioned Getou Suguru, Mentioned Fushiguro Megumi, Porn With Plot, Feelings, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Sleepy Kisses, Parental Gojo Satoru, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Soft Nanami Kento, Nanami Kento-centric, Nanami is in love with Gojo, Grief/Mourning, Gojo misses Getou, and Nanami knows it, Smut
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