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bookishtheaterlover7 · 5 months

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Albitch Ring Rant Post Part 2

Since I'm in a bad mood for whatever fucking reason, also Tumblr won't let me post Princess's ask, that's an actual cold hard truth, Imma do this instead 😁

And we already sound crazy already. So, let's drag this pretentious slut again, shall we..? Oh, and special thanks to 👸 for being bored, and once again bringing me stuff to fucking destroy this bitch with 🫶

So, remember when the timeline they made didn't make sense? Yeah, it'll continue to do so. Because her fan page posted this, four days ago.

Now, I don't really care what this bitch does, as long as she doesn't make Chris look bad, in which case... LEMME AT HER!!! But if this is July 2020... Chris ain't there with her at all. Considering he was with Lily James in London! Remember that? Seemed like forever ago 😅

So, if they're claiming something about the timeline in July 2020... They're fucking lying 🙄 again

Let's travel a little forward in time to yesterday 😁

So, we all saw Albitch rocking the dullest and most cheap ass ring you've ever seen, right? It gets worse much worse.

Justin LD(lyme diseased) posted a shit ton of pics with Albitch. And that ring honestly looks even duller and pathetic in those, more than anything.

And we all know Albitch and Chris have zero chemistry whatsoever, props goes to the top comment on the post because it's so true, and sparked my belief that the bitch is sleeping with Justin 🤭

And I honestly agree with the commenter at the top. They do look good together.

They both look equally perfectly AWFUL on the red carpet 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

WTF is with the head tilt?! It stopped being cute 3000 articles ago, Albitch! And this isn't a prom! Why do those two look like they're taking prom pics?!

And bonus, if you look at this photo of LD story, Albitch looks like a horror movie ghost who does the jumpscares

I see no difference 🤭🫣

Let's go back to the ring.

Someone posted on here a few weeks to months ago, that Chris was engaged during August...

See the problem with that timeline is that Albitch posted more pics with LD, and she was most definitely not wearing a ring then 👀

Jump back to the present.

Imma go back to her solo pics again. We've all seen them, no need to reiterate, see the thing is, for some reason, another fan page of hers got a more HD and clear photo of the ring...

How in the hell did they get that?! But not her Agency 👀

This is the part where I call two rings, and she used Photoshop again!

And can y'all stop saying that her ring is gold, it clearly fucking isn't!!! Unless y'all are colorblind that's white gold or silver!

Now, as for the two rings the one in the picture we saw is definitely not that one.

That ring still looks silver or white gold, but has a round stone with nothing surrounding it, and is dull compared to everything else she's wearing. Meanwhile the new pic, square stone, with stones on the band...

This is where I call BULLSHIT

Those two pictures look as different as Chris does in the Lisbon old-new photos! So, in conclusion, somebody photoshopped it in, and chose a completely different equally cheap ring, and made it shiny 😒

Seriously, this is getting tired, and I'm sorry but Albitch and her entourage of wannabe influencers should just quit.

No one will believe her because she's been lying from the get go. Aside from that, if she and Chris are real, it means she's been openly cheating on him since before they were ever official. And Chris flirts with women, and tells the whole world he's single, and looking for a serious partner.

Again, at this point, Dodger and the kids are the only innocents. Who need to be protected from all this. Because another bomb will drop, and we will lose more of the Fandom than we did when NYCC happened. 😞

Albitch Ring Rant Post Part 1

#booky reacts #booky rant post #chris evans #chris evans fandom #Albitch #Albaphobia #END THIS PR BULLSHIT NOW #chris and alba pr #save Dodger #I'm going to miss a bunch of you guys tomorrow #I'm still open to the possibility of a support group 😁#Booky's 100 Followers Celebration

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sukirichi · 2 years

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HEY SUKI! im the 💳 anon fidkgskaia i actually sent ask a few times after i asked you about the gojo fic but i forgot to out the card emoji at the end LMAO BUT i hope you're doing great!

I just read dusk til dawn and i am hurt????? its depressing dijdhakahbaakia. BUT BUT BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEEEEEEE HOW YOU WROTE Y/N???? i love female lead like that bcs i am that kind of woman and our wrath after being hurt constantly is just 🙏😇 pray for yourself lmao or should i say suna and iris should pray harder? Fidkkahaka

NO BECAUSE I WANT TO BEAT THEM SO BAD?????? its so annoying how iris had the audacity to say the crown prince wants her to be pregnant to like miss????? thats my husband??? you're so stupid wtf 😂

but the fact that iris had an inkling about how y/n might know about their forbidden relationship and suna deny it just shows that suna is just equally stupid as her fkifksbaoaokab irisuna = stupid dumb ass couple 😍

you certainly made a great job on writing this story(and your other story too) because the anger and sadness i felt when i read is just... 💀

I LOVE KITA SO MUCH 😭 i hope we get to see y/n interact with kita soon. and the smut scene between suna and iris before the wedding is so hot 💔 it breaks my heart bcs its not y/n but still you make them look hot.

but iris is not a royalty.. right? i mean princess maiko said that she is just someone who grew up in the castle but she isnt a royalty. hmmm

i like y/n and oikawa's interaction in chapter 5!! makes me happy that she is enjoying her hunt with him!! and the last scene 💀💀💀 its too early for iris to be dead lmao y/n is just playing 😍 so true queen

and i cant wait to see what will suna say to her odudmahsiska and i hope y/n just strikes some mean words back at him or something bcs the chat on his phone with iris is disgusting 😭 poor y/n

BUT i remember he said that he would absolutely would fall for y/n if iris wasnt in the picture.... and the fact that he doesnt mind about spending his life with y/n gives me hope... BUT y/n's happiness are much more important!

ok this is getting too ling i shall stop. i cant wait for the next update hehehe love you suki.

- 💳

anon, hello!!

and aww thank you so much, i’m happy to hear you enjoy dtd and love the YN! tbh, when i first pictured how dtd would go, i always imagined her as someone who was loving and kind but eventually had to turn insensitive and maybe even cruel but like there will be moments where you can tell that she’s still a good person yknow?

oh iris didn’t say that suna wanted to get her pregnant 👀 she’s married to kiyoomi, and to make it seem like they had a happy marriage, she was lying about how she and kiyoomi are “trying” and they want to have a kid so bad but also she was provoking YN 😭

also WHOA i made iris and suna look hot??? that’s a compliment thank you! and YEAH i can’t wait for kita and yn interactions too, they’re gonna be my favorite non biological siblings duo here <33 and yeah, princess iris is not royalty nor did she come from a noble family. she’s an itachiyama citizen by birth but became a refugee in inarizaki when she was a little girl, so she grew up more with inarizaki’s culture and customs. her background will remain a mystery for now, but it’s safe to assume iris is the most odd one out of everyone in the royal family.

I LOVE OIKAWA AND YN INTERACTIONS. oikawa finds entertainment in people’s misery and somehow makes any situation enjoyable for him, with the exception of his marriage because he’s always in a sour mood around maiko. and i agree, sending a dick pic to iris was horrible like it even made me feel soooo uncomfortable and disgusted 💀

and yes, yes! suna does like the idea of spending a lifetime with us. he genuinely enjoys our company and like us as a person, and if only he hadn’t met iris first, he would’ve fallen head over heels for us. suna can be saying some mean things but we’re actually his type 😌

i love you too, anon, thank you so much for reading dtd and taking the time to send me your thoughts about it! i appreciate it a lot <33

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #anon:💳#long ask

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alynnl · 2 years

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For the number'd asks, you also get 14 and 15! 👀 Also if Eisenbright isn't already done for the ship bingo, you know what to do. If it's already taken...Alfyn/Therion.

Wow, you just want little bit of everything!

The first scene that comes to mind where my characters have some levity is from A Reason to Fight. Specifically chapter 7.

“I made Erhardt swear a vow that he would not face us again as an enemy,” said Olberic. “Whether he upholds that, and what he does with his life is up to him now.”

“If he does give us any more trouble, we’ll just knock him into next week!” Alfyn exclaimed. He lifted the hand he had on Olberic’s shoulder and formed it into a fist, flexing his arm in an attempt to lighten the mood. “That oughta teach him a thing or two!”

Cyrus couldn’t help but be amused by Alfyn’s display of bravado, and managed a chuckle.

“I dare say. A quick slap on the wrist with my staff would’ve set him straight a long time ago,” the scholar said, with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “If we ever cross paths again, I have half the mind to give him the lecture of a lifetime to teach him some respect.”

When given the mental image of Cyrus sitting Erhardt down to a verbal lashing, Olberic couldn’t help but laugh at the idea.

“I’d be more than happy to step aside and let you do your worst, Professor,” the warrior said mirthfully. “Yours would be a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.”

Sorry, Erhardt but you kinda deserve Cyrus's lecture. And if I get to the Wellspring arc it'll happen! Haha

For another fluff moment, let's pull from Your Pain Shall be Eased.

“What makes you hold on to this sense of dread?” Cyrus wondered. “Your fight in Hornburg’s honor is over. Who or what else do you think you have to face?”

“That, I do not know. I only get the sense that I cannot rest on my laurels,” Olberic replied, shaking his head. “It is my duty to remain strong, so I can protect you and the others.”

“Oh, Olberic, that’s just like you, isn’t it?” said Cyrus. He reached up to caress his dear companion’s face, his fingers tracing across one of Olberic’s scars. “You’ve always been the one to safeguard us, but who will watch over you?”

“I never imagined I would need looking after,” Olberic answered him plainly.

“Even the mightiest warriors can’t stand completely on their own,” Cyrus said softly. “Please, let me take care of you.”

“You’ve certainly gone out of your way to check up on me tonight,” Olberic answered him. He enclosed Cyrus’s hand that rested upon his face with his own, and gave him a warm smile. “I could hardly refuse your counsel on this matter, or the kindness you’ve shown me.”

This is angst leading into fluff but. The mutual understanding! Olberic accepting Cyrus's help! My feelings!

Onto Eisenbright for the ship bingo!

OTP, I like it platonically, I'd die for them, relationship goals, aesthetically it's great, I love them! Have written/have read fic about it

Needless to say this ship means a lot to me. These two work in a platonic or romantic context. I just want to see them together! They're both level headed, mature and understanding. They compliment each other's abilities in the battlefield and share a lot in common because of Cyrus's interest in Hornburg and Olberic's lived experience. And did I mention the art for these two is on point? I adore them. Also they're the ship I have created/written for the most because they're just so natural to me.

Finally Alfion for the ship bingo!

I like it platonically, they're okay, I like it in theory, I'm open to it

I still see Alfyn and Therion as bros more than a romantic ship but I'm warming up to the idea of them as a pairing. They still have a nice moon and sun dynamic whether you ship them or not. My main focus isn't really on any other ship outside of Eisenbright but I can at least understand why Alfion is popular. It's alright. And in many contexts either very cute or super angsty so props to the fans for variety.

#ask game #ship bingo #long post #long answer #holy crap this a lot of info #thanks for the questions!

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theminecraftbox · 2 years

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So like I absolutely love how you write n stuff and following the scenario where C!Quackity brings C!Punz to the prison to see C!Dream, how do you think C!Punz would interact with both C!Sam and C!Quackity while on his way to C!Dream’s cell? 👀

okay, so I caved and even though I have like 5 active projects now I’m writing a Showing Off AU fic. This is part one (probably of two). Warnings for this part: none.

/dsmp /rp

“Ah, there he is! Just the man I wanted to see!”

Quackity strolls into the bar, a loose cast to his shoulders, an easy grin on his face. He’s wearing no armor despite the lateness of the hour—just a loosened tie over a silk shirt and slacks.

“I’d hope so,” Punz replies, rising to meet his host. “Seeing as you’re the one who invited me here.”

The angry scar that splits Quackity’s laugh open top to bottom does nothing to diminish his buoyant energy. “Enjoying the view?”

“It’s a nice place you’ve got here,” says Punz truthfully. Foolish has outdone himself. The setting sun touches the edge of the false desert in a way that sets the skyline ablaze.

Quackity chuckles, ruefully. “Thank you! Thank you. It’s still a work in progress, of course.” He gestures around himself, at the vast spiral staircase, at the fish tank that makes the centerpiece of the floor, at the chrome bar, shiny and unused. “Shall we?” he asks.

“Sure,” says Punz, and he allows Quackity to usher him to a seat, brisk and proprietary.

Quackity busies himself at the bar, talks over his shoulder as he works. “I thought—well! Sam and I thought we’d make you a little peace offering. After all that nasty business with the Egg, it’s important to make amends, right? You like tequila?”

“Sure,” says Punz again.

“Who doesn’t,” Quackity grins, and sits down across from Punz, setting down two drinks.

Punz waits a beat, watching Quackity sip at his glass before tasting his own. It’s strong, smooth and smoky with a hint of something spicy and herbal.

“So,” says Punz, just before the silence grows uncomfortable. “What’s your offer, then? As far as I’m concerned, there are no hard feelings on my end.”

Quackity eyes him over the edge of his glass. His mouth quirks, a detached, nearly menacing smile. Punz is hardly fazed. All this conspicuous grandeur notwithstanding, he wouldn’t exactly class Quackity among the more dangerous members of this server.

It’s a paltry display next to the real power Punz has borne witness to. He’s seen the forces of life and death themselves bowing to the will of a mortal man. Next to Dream, everyone looks small.

“I have a lot of respect for you, man,” Quackity begins.

Punz can’t say the same. “Same,” he says.

Quackity sets down his glass and leans back in his chair. He drums his fingers on the table. “You were on Dream’s side for a long time, weren’t you, Punz?”

Punz is too used to deceit to stiffen, but a part of him wants to. “I was,” Punz agrees carefully. “I go where the money tells me.”

Quackity laughs. He lifts his arm like he’s going to clap Punz on the shoulder, then appears to think better of it and rubs his hands together instead. “A man after my own heart! A man after my own heart. Believe me, I get it. A bit of capitalism’s no crime, is it? Guys like us, we find power where we can.”

“That we do,” says Punz. He glances out the window and resists the urge to check the position of the sun.

“Dream’s a powerful guy. Well, was a powerful guy,” Quackity amends. “And you had the guts to sell him out. That takes nerve! That takes some fucking nerve. Las Nevadas could use a guy like you.”

“I don’t like joining sides,” says Punz dismissively. He doesn’t like the direction this is heading. He lets an edge of faint annoyance creep into his voice. “Come on, dude, I just got free of a fucking brainwashing egg cult, you think I’m in the mood to sign up for a—pyramid scheme? Or, I dunno, what else do you sell here, timeshares?”

Quackity’s face darkens. “Nothing like that, nothing like that,” he says. “But actually, that isn’t what I called you here to discuss.”

Punz waits.

Quackity takes another sip of his drink. His smile returns. “How would you like to pay Dream a visit?” he asks.

Surprise flickers through Punz’s chest. Sam had offered the same thing, the first week Dream had been locked away, and Punz had declined, as per the plan. But—Quackity? What did Quackity have to do with this?

“Why would I want to see him?” Punz asks, coloring his tone with a calibrated curl of disgust.

“Don’t you have anything you want to say to him?” Quackity asks. “We both know what that prick is like. Working under him—it can’t have been all sunshine and roses. How many times did he pull some shit and you had to hold your fucking tongue or else, huh?”

Quackity’s eyes are glittering. Some dark emotion lingers below the surface.

“Too many,” Punz agrees, for the sake of it. “Way too many.” He picks up his drink.

“Dream’s been asking for you,” Quackity says.

Shock nearly makes Punz drop his glass. His face stays calm, he’s too well-schooled for that, but he knows his eyes have widened.

“Asking for me? Why?” The incredulity is all too true. Distant panic claws at his gut; he shoves it down.

“You tell me,” says Quackity.

A cold trickle of paranoid terror worms its way under Punz’s skin. He’s very aware of how he’s cataloguing the exit behind him, the window to his left. Quackity’s studying him intently, still with that dark, knowing air, that pretense of power as thin and false and performative as the sands of Las Nevadas. But for the first time, Punz wonders if there isn’t something underneath it after all.

“I—I don’t know,” Punz says slowly. He puts his glass down before he breaks it or something equally incriminating. “I mean, I betrayed him, I’m sure he hates me. So, what—he said something to Sam? Or something?”

“Or something,” Quackity shrugs.

Punz takes a deep, shaky breath. Lean into the fear. Use it. The lessons he and Dream taught each other. “Did he—did he say he wanted to hunt me down?”

Quackity smiles, grim and satisfied. “He’s no fucking threat to you, I can promise you that.”

Punz nods. The drink isn’t settling well. He hopes he doesn’t look too pale.

Dream asking for him, Dream asking for him. His mind runs in damning circles. Dream’s weeks and weeks past schedule already. ASKING for him? Dream should not be asking for him. There is no world in which Dream should be asking for him. Why would Quackity say that, why would Sam say that—what is the truth?

Is this a signal, is this a message—or is it a trap?

“But I spoke with Sam, and he agrees,” Quackity continues. “I think it might be a good thing for you to see him. A good thing for both of you.”

“A good thing,” repeats Punz loosely.

“Come on,” Quackity says. His gaze sweeps up and down, assessing. His voice goes a little softer, he leans in a little closer. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought of getting a little payback, huh? I mean—what drives a guy to give up whatever Dream was paying you for whatever fucking bottlecaps Tommy scraped together, right?”

Punz meets his eyes. Pulls his mouth into a tight line and lets Quackity find whatever he’s looking for in the blank slate of his face.

“We owe you,” Quackity says. “The whole fucking server owes you for doing the right thing. So come on. Take what you’re owed, right, pal?”

Punz stares at him. Payback, a little itch in his mind wonders snidely. What you’re owed. Now what does that mean?

Quackity’s expression flattens into a shark’s grin. Dead-eyed. “Unless, of course… you don’t want to.”

Punz swallows, and abruptly, numbingly, he knows he has no choice. He cannot refuse.

He kicks back the rest of the drink. Don’t think too hard, don’t read too deep. Play the role that’s expected of you.

He nods. “I want to,” he says.

#c!stagedduo #au: showing off #c!quackity and c!punz #fic #this is basically me shooting an arrow and then painting a target around where it landed #character-wise #in attempting to come up with reasonable explanations for q and sam wanting punz to visit #anyway i wrote this pretty quickly and the next part is nearly done too

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nadiasatrinava · 2 years

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Aaaah ur back!! Ive followed for years now and seeing that ur well is always awesome to see!😄 Rereading ur fics always puts me in a happy mood :')

Anywho, if u are in the headspace to write,,🥺👉🏼👈🏼 could we possibly get a Nadia and GN!MC travelling/vacationing in Prakra? (ty if u answer and have a good day!)

Happy New Year!!! (in 7 hours for me)

I’ve just read the new tale and how I’ve missed my dear wife! There were a few things I found odd but that’s for another time. Here’s some headcanons before the tale begins and some after as I feel like we hadn’t done much exploring.

Though I’m sure Nadia having MC on top of a map to do her own exploring would beg to differ 👀

Traveling to Prakra HCs

Smooth sailing…

“Are you all set, dear” Nadia’s voice drifts down to MC’s ears as they stand in awe of the ship Nadia had commissioned for this trip. It’s not a ship of colossal size but one that is modified only to be manned by an individual. She intends for this trip to only include the both of you and your familiars. That way she can maximize her and MC’s “alone time”.

“A week out at sea with just us for company. Whatever shall we do to occupy our time, my MC?” her nails treads down MC’s back, leaving light scratches as her heated gaze sends their cheeks aflame. Oh the possibilities

Nadia spared no expense in fitting the interior with any luxury you might want during the trip. This trip has been months in the making and Nadia has promised you she’ll never leave you wanting and she always keeps her promises.

She probably named the ship after you/her nickname for the MC or is a reference to an inside joke only the both of them are in on. It gives her such a thrill to know she finally has someone who she can share a secret language with even as she writes it in big bold letters for the world to see and yet only MC knows its meaning.

Once they’ve finally set sail, with Nadia taking the helm and Chandra flying over the horizon as a look out (where was Chandra in the tale?!? Was she left behind or???), the adventure begins!

MC takes their time to admire Nadia in her element. She looks radiant under the summer sun and they’ve let out a few “My Captain” in jest to see Nadia blush, her grip becoming tighter against the ship’s wheel.

It takes a few hours before the ocean grants them smooth sailing, allowing Nadia and MC to soak up the sun in peace.

Nadia can’t help but fall under the spell MC unknowingly cast upon her as they stare out towards the open sea. Their gaze filled with excitement and anticipation of things to come, of adventures to be had and memories to be made between the two of them.

As if sensing her gaze, MC turns to face Nadia and gives her a smile so incandescent it puts the sun to shame and sets Nadia’s heart into a thundering gallop and her breath to be caught on her throat.

MC will ask her about her fantasies once they get to Prakra but in this moment without them realizing it - this is one of them.

She dreamed of having someone to go on adventures with, journeys that would take them on expeditions across the seas and then back home in each other’s arms. Someone to share thrilling voyages and develop a deeper connection by trying new things but will always carry the familiarity of home in their arms.

Chandra snaps her out of her trance as her graceful familiar lands on her shoulder. Chandra’s knowing gaze pierces through her.

‘She knows’ Nadia’s eyes grow wider by a fraction until she melts into a soft smile. The two share a tender moment as Chandra gently bumps her head into Nadia’s out of affection.

MC wiggles into Nadia’s arms, not wanting to be left out. Nadia sighs in contentment.

The sun, the sea, her familiar and her lover in her arms. This is a dream come true…

Once in Prakra…

From dinner parties to family outings organised by Nasrin to Namar’s impromptu fashion show, it takes more than a few days before Nadia and MC have the time to explore Prakra with just the two of them.

MC can feel the tension Nadia is carrying on her shoulders and so they steal her away before they both get dragged to yet another gala.

Nadia first takes them to the forest where she met Chandra, almost getting lost in the nostalgia of retracing the steps of her adolescence. She keeps her fingers intertwined with MC’s as they traverse deeper into the forest lest they get lost and to keep herself grounded.

She then takes them to the white sand beaches where she used to frequent during moments she needed peace. They walk barefoot, the cool surf surging up to their ankles, with their arms intertwined. Nadia’s telling a story from her younger years when MC’s bubbling laughter makes Nadia realize this had been one of her fantasies too.

Walking along the shoreline with her lover, their arms intertwined, and suspended in a blissful and rose-tinted world. She then at this moment remembers how MC keeps their promises too.

She takes them to her old tinkering tower. The room was just as she left it - her projects had ranged from small toys to bigger mechanics that showed promise of her talents even at such a young age, showed promise of the woman she’ll become.

“I am so proud of you” MC cups her face with devoted hands, their eyes holding waves of love and adoration that threatens to sweep Nadia under and she’ll gladly go under.

Feedback is always welcome! I hope you all have a great start in this New Year and the best of luck throughout it! 🥰🥰🥰

#nadia satrinava #the arcana game #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #nadia x reader #nadia x apprentice #nadia x mc #the arcana game nadia #the arcana chandra #chandra the arcana #countess nadia

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