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hearts4juzi · 2 months

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loredump about your ocs plz <3

HEHEHEH I don't wanna say TOOOO much bc I have plans BUT!

I can ramble about the characters and worldbuilding!!!

The story takes place in a place I have yet to name that im calling Times Square (haha) where about five or so gods run the universe. they dont do much, initially, until a big accident sets the universe off-course butterfly effect style and they need to fix it.

Hence, the weird animal things.

Each god made something they could use to try and help fix this. But a special group of them is given the dirty work: Killing anyone who needs to be killed for the universe to right itself.

This is usually reserved for people who've been raised to do it, as it takes a lot of training and care to do correctly. you cannot be seen, the cause of death needs to be probable with the time zone, and you need to make sure you ONLY hit the correct target. anything else will just leave a bigger mess to clean up.

But our little Time Owl who has no name (so hell just be called Owl for now) met a curious little creature. The cowboy guy. who also has no name. (he'll be Cowboy ig) He was injured, alone, and incredibly far from where he comes from. On top of that, he was just in general very different from the rest of his kind. his wings were small and almost completely useless, and they made a loud rattling when vibrated. (also, altho this is normal for his kind, his tail has three ends that knock together loudly, kind of like if you hit wooden spoons together)

His kind (technically dragons ig?) usually engage in environmental things. specifically with wildlife and people in the woods. also they're often tasked with protecting important people for the timeline. but without being able to fly, that'd be difficult. not only that, Cowboy was relatively clumsy and aggressive. he was short-tempered and also just seemed more inclined to kill than he was to protect. Owl decided to raise him and teach him multiple different things, but he deviated towards the killing people bit.

Usually, killing is for sirens. there are other creatures raised to do it, but sirens are the most common. the tales of them are already all over society, and not many people who run into them survive, not to mention how easy it is to cover up a murder from a siren.

all this considered, Cowboy was in a pretty weird place. he was skilled, no doubt about it, but he fell into the role of just. anything. which would typically put him to work in the Times Square, like a normal citizen, but he doesnt like that idea, and repeatedly argued with Owl about it.

eventually, he ends up hopping job to job, until Owl tries to let him work in his own library.

Cowboy promptly destroys it (accidentally) and Owl kicks him out for the day (note that hes like. in his mid-late 20's rn. he only still lives with Owl bc he a) cant hold a job and b) is still his apprentice technically)

He wants to make it up to his mentor, so when he overhears some people talking about a mission theyre not sure they can handle, he makes a very smart adult decision and steals their stopwatch.

stopwatches are their way of traveling time to time and compasses are for place to place. Cowboy already has his own compass (u cant use it to get to earth unless you have a watch, since earth is in any time at all times up to a very specific point) so he just. goes to do their mission for them.

while looking for his target, however, he notices they took a wrong turn (he has very specific directions, and he knows where they're supposed to be at the given time) and follows them, only to see our wonderful (also unnamed) siren kill him.

When she sees him, she immediately scolds him, telling him how reckless he was and then telling him his mentor was looking for him.

turns out the siren (who im calling Siren surprise surprise) is a backup. which means shes not often called to missions, but she gets paid the same to pick up the failed or unfinished ones. shes unhappy with that arrangment and KNOWS she could do better if theyd just give her a shot at being a real assassin instead of the 2nd 3rd 4th 5th option. shes regarded as less attractive than the other sirens, and her mother refuses to listen to her and let her do more than what she has. shes frustrated and insulted by this, but also just not very respected. she spends more time outside of the siren are of times square than she does IN it, because the people there aren't incredibly pleasant.

Cowboy, who wants nothing more than to avoid trouble with his dad i mean mentor, proposes an idea:

if the two of them can convince Owl to give them a shot, they can work together on these missions, which are typically solo. and she agrees.

theres other important characters, like Cowboy's husband and a third person in their little murder gang, as well as the other gods, some antagonists, and a very confused cryptid investigator, but this is the general gist! though id love to talk about anything more specific if anyone has anything theyd like to hear more about :D

#killin' time #also cowboy is a cowboy because most of the dragons are desert types #and owl didnt rlly know what to do so when he taught him about his kind he also learned about humans in hot places #and he latched onto the cowboy vibe immediately #(his design is based on a thorny devil btw)#tzu rambles #ocs #original characters #tzu asks

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python333 · 8 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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cielospeaks · 2 years

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i wish i drew more of robin solely for the fact id want people to see pictures of robin and assume that hes a canon character in 6 (esp if they assume the story of 6 is about robin and mashu friendship rather than the garbage we got in canon)

#ive literally had a joke sir robin servant for like. since i have gotten into this game and franchise #and he was mostly intended to just be a joke character until 6 dropped and i really didnt like the concept of the fairy knights #so i just made robin and made it so hes a fairy knight. and then canon got worse #but actually canon getting worse made robins story better #he got this cool plotline with the nature of purpose and identity and had the cool detail of being a pucca fairy #like robins story was not supposed to be this cool but it is #its like a story abt finding your own purpose and identity and the nature of courage and the power of companionship/friends and grieving #its unfortunate that i didnt find as much to write abt herb/patsy/ect but i like to think eventually ill flesh them out more #i think rob had his design already and hes the last knight from the main group so it focused on him #also mashu being in just such. a. horrible. storyline. and rob protecting her in a way with his cowardice was just -chefs kiss-#mashu protecting rob physically and rob protecting mashu through like the most last minute unrehearsed 'deception' is so good #i think theres angst potential for mashu (or even david and/or zerkerlot) meeting herb due to his resemblance #which i think is prolly bc of meeting mashu and co. he latches onto an appearance they like #idk maybe herb is like. similar to a siren? i never established what his fairy type is #i think thats another thing. rob being the servant to puck and therefore his fairy type being pucca was just such a good fit #i was salty puck was cut from canon (esp since puck is actually a legit thing in mythology) for dumb reasons #but i like the idea of puck willing his legacy to rob and rob having the pressure of taking it up #patsy and lilys relationship was sweet too. with patsy being like the jaded older sister figure to lilys (remaining) innocent kindness #bc lily has learned abt the worst of things after sw2 but she still has a lot of innocence and naivete #in a way patsy saving/encouraging the last bits of innocence/naievete/faith that lily has is very sweet #and in turn lily being the support that patsy never got but realizes she really loves is also great #and thats just the fairy characters. not even counting the cucu subplot #bully cucu as i call it lol #but its actually a suave backstabbing frenchman and a high school magician thief standing on each others' shoulders in a robe

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badgyalshii · 29 days

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ITS NEVER OVER |||

+ (WHERE HAVE YOU GONE)

word count: 1.7?

Paul atreides x Reader (Always safe for POC + PLUS SIZE) Paul POV!!!

warnings: signs of depression? were happy in there tho, proof read? yeah something like that (god i am not good at these😭) y/n is not in this chapter but ofc shes mentioned entirely throughout the text.

A/N: AHHHHHH THE FINAL CHAPTER BEFORE THE FINALE, IM EXCITED TO POSTTTT, i hope you guys enjoyed and i love the feedback i recieved! i love you all, have a good day/night, whenever you get this! (Also, considering that this is from pauls POV i thought that i might add an extra title)

Hey! Have you read the first chapters? You didnt? What! Read it here!! I . II . III . IV.

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He let out a heavy breath before he ripped his mask off of his face. He wasn't supposed to be out alone considering he was the new crowned emperor. But he was, and he was searching for you and he wasn't gonna give up until he did. He wore heavy clothing to try and hide his identity from others, and a bag that slung around his shoulder consisting of his journal, water, and other things he might need. He settles for the night in a rock. A rock with a beautiful view. He has been on the road for so long, he's forgotten how long, he didn't really care to remember either, considering it would help motivate to find you. He walks around the rock, searching for anything to give him clues of you or if you might've been here.

As he looked around, It was clear that someone had been there before. He looked at the bad attempt of making a bed, but he didn't touch it. His eyes slightly closed from trying to study the bed, there were still prints of a body, maybe two, on the bed. He hunches over. There was a piece of hair, as disgusting as it sounds…he picked it up. It was the same as yours, he took a rather long pause before thinking, maybe he should smell the bed? No, what if he smells something he doesn't like. He shook his head before looking at the single strand of hair that was in his hand. He sat down on the bed, setting the hair gently aside before taking off his glove and putting the strand back in his palm. Everybody's hair could be similar, he thought. He let out a sigh before looking ahead of him. He didn't know what time it was, but all he knew was that he was tired and heart broken. He didn't miss his home, not at all, not with you not there.

He put his glove and his mask back on before placing the hair into his bag. Out of everything that was going on, at least the view was beautiful. He stood and walked to the view of the rock, carelessly taking footsteps before he sighed and dropped down, his legs open and his elbows on his knees as he took in the view. He let in a deep breath. ¨tired. I am tired¨ he let out in a whisper. He fought his sleep often because he knew it would make him less confident and he would grow to slack, but sometimes he just couldn't take it anymore. The yawns leaving his lips, difficulty holding onto the hooks that latched onto the sandworm, but he thought he could finally settle here for a while, as a reward for finding a piece of hair that have a 5 percent chance of being yours.

As he watched the view, he thought of you. He didn't cry as much anymore. When he cried, he cried alone in private. And during that time, he cried until he couldn't anymore. Every time he saw Irulan it made him sick to his stomach. As much as he wanted to blame her, he couldn't. His heart was too good and he knew better than to let a weak desperate moment turn into anger. ¨why did i offer?¨ he would think over and over, countless times, wondering how could he be so careless. But he wasn't, he didn't want to marry her for the reason of love, just wanted to keep her safe as a promise to the retired and overthrown emperor. Thinking about it made him question his character, who has he grown to be? hed remembered what you said, he always thought of the smart and wise things you had to say.

¨its okay to feel how you feel, paul¨ you looked at him with a pity smile on your face while your hand was on his cheek. He had another nightmare. He didn't want it to be true. ¨this is gonna make me go crazy, y/n¨ paul whispered back, leaning into y/ns touch. ¨don't let it fool you, don't let it phase you, don't let it change you¨ you replied. At times, all paul wanted to do was give up. He didnt wanna be the chosen one. It was all too much. He could stay here forever, with you. For all eternity if he could.

Paul sighs and looks to the side. Remembering what you said, he wished things weren't so quiet.he laughed to himself, all the dreams he had of the future, but none of you. He sat alone, all alone, not one book, not one sound, just him, by himself. He felt empty, he wants you, he needs you, he needed someone to make him feel complete again, but days spread thick and long, bored, fighting himself back and forth between hope for finding you and wondering if you had just moved on. He wished he had a dream of you, of your blue eyes glistening in the sun, of your laugh, He wished it was so vivid that he touched you, that he could control his dream and talk to you, make love to you, but he had nothing, nothing at all. Nothing to remember you by, just a stupid suspicious piece of hair, tears brimmed his eyes, he needs you. There was no one he could pray to if he was the chosen one. No matter how hard he fought, how he tried to distract himself from work, it all lead up to one person, not one other thought, never out of sight out of mind, he knew what he wanted and he fell so deep he felt like he just couldn't grasp it anymore, how was he supposed to live his life without you. Your soft gentle hands grazing his face and answering the stupid and goofy questions he asked. There was no one else and he knew that now, didn't even find anyone else attractive. Lonesome nights, he didn't want to be on his own, ever again. Once he found you he vowed to never let you go, no matter how loud your voice is, no matter if you kicked him down, your in his heart and he just cannot let go, but how long could he search? Huh? How long would it be until he found you? When will he hear your voice again? When will he kiss you again? He didn't even say I love you before you walked off, for all he knew, that was his last goodbye.

On the first day, he acted as if nothing happened, but then he realized you weren't there, he couldn't pick at your dinner plate, he could hear your laughs, he couldn't feel your pity hits after he whispers a dirty joke. He had no one to talk to, no one to ask him if he was okay. Was he...okay? Had he known he was okay? Or has he grown so long to the point where he wasnt and he just didn't know it. He wished he said more, begged you to stay, cried about it, weeped about it, there was so much he could've done and he didn't, he only said a short explanation of how he was waiting for you and now he's on the run, on the search. He was so tired, so tired of looking at the same spice on the ground, carving on the rock of the walls. He wanted to be next to you, holding your head in his shoulder, hear your soft snores as you slept like there wasn't a care in the world. He'd never expect this, a life without you. He sighed and shook the thought out of his head, noticing he was in too deep and he wiped the tears that slowly dropped from his face, letting out a sniffle as he looked ahead. He didn't want to be too deep, of course he missed you, but he wanted to find you with a clear conscience, a healthy mind. He needed something to keep him going. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked to the ground. He placed a palm down and leaned closer to the floor. What is this? This imprint on the floor? Looks familiar.

He looked over it, careful not to move or make any sudden movements. ¨y/n?¨ he muttered. Any normal person would've thought paul as crazy, looking like he's searching for spice on the floor, and then wanting to jump and cheer, because, well, because what?

The necklace

The necklace Paul got for her. It was there! Clear as day. What a time to cheer! He couldn't fight off the smile on his lips. She's alive! She's alive! What a joy, out for two years! Been all around Arrakis, and at such a time he was going to give up, go home, force himself to get comfortable with his new situation, you were out there. Shall he go home? To tell stilgar and have a celebration? Sweet red wine sounded like heaven. He wiped his eyes as finally, finally tears came down. Tears of joy, he waited for this moment, oh so long! He was so happy he could take the dirt and put it in his bag also.

He laughed, he found it funny how he grew so tired of being next to his queen that he went and found you himself after he told you to come back. He grew impatient. He took out his journal and wrote, writing his life away as he thought of you, as the warmness of love and hope crowded his vision and spreaded throughout his body. This is all he wanted, to find you. And he was so close, so, so close.

He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He got up and collected the dirt from the necklace in his hand and watched it fall from his gloves. Looking around and seeing the footsteps, all yours he believed! He looked before following the footsteps, he followed them foot by foot until he was in the sand again. He hunched over, trying to search for the footsteps as they were getting lost from the wind of the sand until he couldn't anymore. He stood and pulled out his compass for the direction that you went. When it pointed he saw and lifted his head in the direction you went. This was it, this was the final piece, this was the end.

You were home.

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#dune part 2 #paul atredies x black!reader #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chamalet x black!reader #timothee x you #paul atreides x reader #timothee chalamet smut #paul atredies smut

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ghxstyfae · 2 months

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Anxious attachment ☆ C.B

Themes: anxiety, angst with comfort, unknown name of main character, unreasonable anxiety, major separation anxiety, toxic(ish) relatshionship if you squint, attachment issues, mentions of dacryphilia kink if you squint, baby as a nickname, sweetheart as a nickname

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Colby had only been gone for a couple days, and they called everynight, but it wasn't enough. Tommorow, she thought, Tommorow he'll be home. She was laying in his bed, wearing his xplr t- shirt and his boxers. She missed him. She needed him. Kat had come by earlier, but understood that she didn't want to talk.

Although most didn't understand, Colby and her friends knew about the incredibly close bond they shared. They knew about her anxiety, and about how she was incredibly codependent with Colby, so most didnt try to bother her too much.

It felt like she was grieving him even though he was alive and well, just states away. (Well, actually, hes about fifteen minutes away from his apartment, but she didnt know that.) What could she possibly do for a whole other day without him? Netflix isnt an option because she watched all her favorite shows with Colby, Obviously. And she didnt like leaving the house without Colby or atleast knowing hes able to come get her. He doesnt like me leaving either. The thought filled her with warmth. He liked having her, he liked her. They had been together for almost two years and yet she still felt like a giddy thirteen-year-old with a crush whenever she thought of him.

The pillow (Colby's pillow) was soaked in tears, and she couldnt help but get upset with herself over that fact. Colby didnt like her wasting tears when he wasn't around to see. Colby says im pretty when i cry. As she was about to collapse back down, eager to sleep away a couple hours without him, she heard a key unlocking the door, semi-quietly.

It had to be Kat. She was the only one who had a key that wasnt hours away. She loved Katrina, but she didnt think she could form a proper sentence. She decided to just pretend she had already been napping before Kat came in the room.

She didnt hear Kat call out like she normally does, maybe she figured i would be sleeping? She thought to herself as the door creaked open. The bed dipped and a familar, warm hand brushed away some of her hair.

"Hey baby." Colby's soft voice murmured. He rubbed her hairline a bit. As soon as she recognized that it was Colby, she practically jumped out from under the blankets.

Basically latched onto his side, tears ran freely out of her eyes as she gave him wet kisses all over the cheek.

"Your back! Your back!" Colby chuckled and rubbed her nape gently.

"Im back, Baby." He kissed her. Her face was buried in the side of his neck while she muffled out a question he couldn't make out. "Whats that sweetheart?" He asked as he scooped her up easily, bringing her out to the living room/kitchen and placing her on a bar stool, still wrapped in his blanket.

"How was your trip?" She repeated. They moved into their regular routine easily, as if his return had made the stars align. Colby poured two cups of orange juice and slid one to her before leaning over the counter to answer her.

"Well..."

#fanfiction #colby x reader #sam and colby x reader #colby brock #colby #colby brock x reader

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pixiecaps · 1 month

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hi. im sorry if this is a weird question but. what makes you keep watching smps?? just, what motivates you if everytime things and characters and plotlines captivate you and they almost never end in a satisfactory way. it might be because im a newbie in myct but every server i learned about seems to just last very little or burn in a horible death. what makes you want to go again and again to new servers.

okay to start off here there’s two layers and one is more of a personal thing and another basically advice.

first i dont talk about this much but my brain just latches onto things and one of my longest lasting interests is on minecraft. probably since the game was released. i think ive probably watched more minecraft content than tv shows & movies in my entire life. because my brain just works that way

now second. i need to this to be clarified everyone has a different reason for sticking along and i think this is a wonderful question that so many mcyt bloggers would have different answers to that would provide a lot of cool insight and perspective. dont think the question is weird at all.

BUT for me i think it was around smplive which was 2019 that was rough that was really the first and only time that i wanted to stop watching minecraft completely. for a lot for a reasons rlly. and yet i didnt!!! and thats because i realized that i didnt want to let something i cherished and enjoyed be tarnished by the bad. its so important to allow yourself grace whenever something bad happens with mcyt content or creators themselves because you arent the one to blame for something turning sour. too much good and incredible content and communities come from these unfortunately ended smps and whatnot to just to be seen as that one thing. i think sometimes, out of spite even, i feel like I NEED TO NOT LET THESE THINGS BE OVERSHADOWED BY THE BAD. because so many smps are fucking wonderful experiences with amazing creators who dedicate so much time to them and who are so funny and talented and for them to not be recognized for that at all is a shame. i loved every smp ive watched and i dont regret watching any of them. theyve all given me so much joy and laughter and its important to remember that. so ig another part of it all is allowing yourself to appreciate the good and not let the bad stop you from experiencing all the future content thats made from mcyt that will be incredible. because there will be more smps and there will so many mcyt creators and the ball isnt gonna stop rolling. sometimes it just boils down to something as simple as not letting the bad experiences stop you from seeing the good the community has to offer. as well as for me outside of the content itself with smps the fanbases have singlehandedly taken a part of my heart. theres just so many wonderful people in these communities who have put out so much positivity that i cant possibly find myself regretting it or not going back in whenever the next smp drops.

much love anon hope that makes a little bit of sense

#pix asks aaaa #anon

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usuibu · 7 months

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Bf!eren headcanons.4

More headcanons/masterlist

Cabin/lake day edition

I saw this post and i just couldnt help myself LMAO but this one is short bc idk why im making new things when i already have a fat line of drafts to complete 😭😭😭😭

- On a lake day he defo runs up behind you to pick you up and jump in the water

- He likes when you latch onto his front like a koala while hes just swimming around😭

- He pulls ur ankles and or bites you from underwater when you cant see him bc hes an annoying little shit

- Defo forces you to play chicken with sasha and connie

- Will pretend to drown to get more attention from u when you keep on talking to the others💀 its so silly tho bc the whole group just stares at him as he flails in the water like an idiot

- When you’ve dried off already he’ll come out the water and bear hug you to get u wet again

- He started swimming with his hair tied up but it ended up tangling when he got out and whines to you asking u to fix it and getting mad u didnt warn him it would tangle if he tied it how he did

- This isn’t original i forgot where i saw it tho but someone said he eats like how a little kid devours watermelon super quickly and intensely just wanting to get back into the water asap

- He’ll piss u off by slipping his hands into ur swimsuit while ur in the water and no ones looking then start saying it wasn’t him, it was the fish (spoiler there was no fish)

- He also picks you up even in the water to flip you backwards or throw you again at any chance he gets

- u guys go swimming at night aswell when no one else is there and have a cutest little skinny dip🙏😊 (tbaw ref maybe🫣 #FuckTeamJean)

- He finds it funny to pull down jean and connies swimming shorts while theyre swimming

- He just cant be trusted underwater bc he has no restraint when no one can see him coming💀

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific headcanons for eren or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren aot #eren headcanons #eren x reader #headcanons #eren x you #bf!eren #boyfriend!eren #eren x y/n #tbaw

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keiwook · 11 months

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"I LOVE YOU" ♡ SQR

synopsis midnight moments with ricky

genre ricky x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship warnings mentions of suicide (not relevant to plot) wc 0.5k

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you and ricky settle down in front of the tv, getting comfy as ricky fished for the tv remote. when he found it, you both began to search for the perfect movie before settling on the same movie as last time

as the intro starts, ricky wraps an arm around your shoulders. cheeks flushing red as you glance up at your boyfriend, whose eyes were fixated on the tv. you smile warmly and snuggled closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder not noticing the knowing smile on ricky’s face

in the middle of the movie, while the main character and her insane boyfriend framed the queen bee’s death as a suicide, ricky heard quiet snores from beside him

he glanced down at his adorable partner and smiled lovingly, wondering how he deserved you. he didn't know you felt the same towards him, but he didnt need to know that

“dear?” he whispered, his melodious voice barely audible. you shuffled closer to ricky, wrapping your arms around him and mumbling something incoherent

“wake up, sleepy head!” ricky yelled in a whisper. startled awake, you muttered ‘don’t do that..!’

ricky chuckled, before skillfully lifting you up princess style. you made a rather embarrassing sound of surprise (that you will deny ever happened) and latched onto ricky. your surprise quickly turned into anger as you blushed bright red.

“put me down!” you sleepily glared at him, although the fondness in your tone said otherwise. ricky laughed loudly, tilting his head back. The moonlight that shone into their dark living room danced on his pale skin, making him look as stunning and perfect as a greek god. you admired how beautiful the man before you was. how loving and caring he was

soon after, his laughter died down. he looked at you who was staring at him thoughtfully, although your eyes half lidded. he leaned down and was met in the middle by soft lips. hearts fluttered as you shared the moment.

you were carried to your shared bedroom and placed gently on the king sized bed, getting into the covers as ricky got to his side of the bed and shuffled in.

he wrapped his arms around your figure, placing his chin on your head and you inched closer. embracing eachother whilst listening to each others breathing.

suddenly you moved away to face ricky, meeting his tired yet confused eyes. you looked a bit hesitant, seemingly having a mental arguement with yourself. then took a deep breath, mental arguement over, and smiled.

“i love you.”

ricky’s eyes widened. it was the first time you had ever said ‘i love you’ to him. or atleast, said it first. he knew you had trust issues from your former relationships (romantic and not). this is a huge milestone. this is big.

and yet all he could do was reply simply.

“i love you too.”

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Im sorry about this i need to rant. I thought things were getting better but Izzy stan Twitter is at it again with their whining, truth bending and self-victimising.

'Do you like OMFD but wish the queer disabled hero didnt die?' IZZY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS SHOW!!!!! He is at best a reformed antagonist. What an insult to the other disabled characters, and what about the actual heroes of the show??

'We've been betrayed by straight man writing queer stories'. First of all, way to dismiss the other writers. Also, its not his fault you project your personal traumas and mental health on a fictional character on a show with death in the title.

'GB's ending is comphet (?????) because 'we only need eachother' and theyre breaking away from their queer community' ED HAS BEEN WANTING TO LEAVE PIRACY SINCE LAST SEASON!!! also, its progress that Stede was able to resist basic flattery. And David made it clear that they still have work to do. This one truly broke my brain.

Im just sick of all this. Izzy stans have been coddled for the past week, being told its ok to grieve, but theyve crossed multiple lines. I do wish some things had been more explicit in this finale, only because David overestimated the maturity and media literacy of some people.

Sorry for this but i needed to talk to people here. Its beyond annoyance at this point. Im angry and sick of petty crybabies actively working to poison what we've built.

go off anon my inbox is open to your ranting let the rage flow through you [insert palpatine dot gif] but ngl the best thing you can do is just block liberally. block everyone. block left, right, center. do not be merciful. do not hold back. block until the ceiling comes down!!

because like, some of these fans have spent the last 18 months convincing themselves that their little guy was of equal importance to the main characters, the secret third protagonist, and he just got put in a box.

🎶izzy's in a box 🎶izzy's in a box🎶izzy's in a box🎶

izzy was never a hero of this show. he was a villain and then a side character on a rushed arc to redemption for the specific purpose of making him into the kind of man who could apologize to ed for being a shit. but that's hard to swallow for people who were convinced he was always right, so. also let's be honest: they don't give a shit about the other disabled people on this show. a bunch of them were trying to figure out a way for it to be wee john who was killed, and kristian is actually a queer disabled actor. they're just mad it was their little guy who they latched onto.

also yeah like four of the writers are nonbinary people of color, and there's definitely more queer writers on the team, but somehow this was totally the decision of a straight white guy. alright folks come on now to quote your idol pack it in.

gentlebeard's ending is them deciding to give their relationship a go in a more relaxed and sedate environment than the high stress locale of a pirate ship. their friends ARE going to come see them again. just because they don't all live together in the same frat house i mean ship doesn't mean they're suddenly forever alone. also there is nothing comphet about shacking up with your gay lover in a soon to be literal loveshack.

but like you can't expect these folks to care about ed or stede or gentlebeard or anything that doesn't center their white man of choice. the only thing you can do is block because anyone still throwing a fit a week later is simply not worth it.

no need to apologize anon. return to my inbox whenever.

#the izcourse #izzy critical #fandom fuckery #this one is getting those tags to filter out bc i have to tag this with fandom tags to avoid my friends seeing it and getting spoiled lol #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Date nights with Laughing Jack include

Might type this up for myself when go take a nap!! Someones cast a sleepy spell on me!

I bet you're waiting for me to say carnival dates

And you'd be mistaken

Well now that I think about it, could it actually be possible for Laughing Jack to sneak himself into a carnival? I mean yeah hes a 8 foot tall black and white clown.. but it's not like hes the only clown there...!

I guess that idea should just be reserved for characters that can more easily blend in with people.. unless you wanna carry him around in his little wind up box, then be my guest!

That.. actually sounds.. cute though

Back on track, I do think he would take you to carnivals. Just not.. active ones. No this is going into the whole "exploring abandoned places" thing, which I think will appear again with other characters as I write this little mini series (side eyes masky and/or hoodie)

Walks around carnivals and amusement parks that have been abandoned for years. Probably tosses himself over the counters of some booths/stalls to run the game

Dont think he wont rig it or try to cheat, laughing jack doesn't play fair !

Scoops you up and carries you over some hazards

Not in like, a romantic way .. not holding you bridal style

Rather he picks you up under your arms and slings you over his shoulder.. once youre away from the danger he picks up up again (still under the arms) and kind of just

Dangles and lightly swishes you around

Like you now how cats get elongated when they're picked up? It's like that

THEN he finally puts you down

"But admin? The snacks there are likely spoiled, if they're still there!"

Not to worry, jack has brought plenty of candy! Just dont ask how hes materializing it out of thin air...!

You guys stay out way later than you should, actually you probably hang out until the sun starts peaking up over the horizon..!

Hope you didnt have work in the morning; Jack tends to latch onto you for long periods of time

If theres still somehow power in the place, hes gonna start up some rides! Carousels and ferris wheels are great, i think!

Oh no I sure hope you guys dont get stuck on the ferris wheel at the tippy top, with a beautiful sunrise lighting everything up and making everything pretty and-

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #laughing jack x you #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine

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omegalomania · 1 year

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no ok like. like i have to break this down i am actually losing my mind. whenever i visited my grandparents on my dads side as a kid theyd put on field of dreams like, constantly. it would just be running in the background, sometimes multiple times per day. the background radiation of that movie is just kinda in my dna and it awoke something in me today.

field of dreams is about faith. it's a guy who had a strained relationship with his late father because they were both BIG baseball buffs, but the main character's personal hero was shoeless joe jackson, a chicago white sox player who was mostly known for his participation in the black sox scandal despite being an incredibly gifted batter. mc and his father disagreed heavily about jackson, with his father calling him a criminal but the main character idolizing him as a hero.

a little while after his father passes away, main character gets these voices telling him if you build it, he will come. he decides to mow down a huge chunk of his cornfield and build a baseball field in its place, which basically everyone in his life considers a really fucking terrible move since that means he's massively dropped the sale value of his property and also is gonna lose all the money he shouldve gotten from corn. but he did this all on faith - building it, so he will come.

the field gets inhabited by numerous ghostly players from the past, all of them legends, and among them is shoeless joe jackson. there's almost this expectation that he is who was supposed to come - the main characters personal hero. but by the end of the film, he learns that one of the players on the field is actually his late father. he will come. the one defining relationship in his life that the main character was never able to reconcile.

in the final scene, he asks his father if he wants to play a game of catch. and as they pass the ball back and forth, we pull back and see that a line of cars has started to form. people are coming to see the game between father and son. people are gathering around to watch them play.

its a movie about faith. tear down your whole life and build a baseball field. build it, and he will come. build it, and they will come. in the emptiness of some random cornfield, there is magic, and there is a way to reach back into the past.

and people will watch you do it. people will gather around from all over the world to see this small, intimate window between two people they don't actually know.

its a movie about faith. i will defend the faith, going down swinging. and fob had to have such faith in us for this to work, didnt they? they planted a single, cryptic ad in a newspaper in chicago. no media hype, no socials, nothing. just one ad, in one newspaper, in chicago.

but thats the thing. it worked. we spread it like wildfire regardless. we all latched onto it. they did this small thing on the faith that we would know what to do with it and it fucking worked.

because crowds are won and lost and won again. but our hearts beat for the diehards.

#fall out boy #*making poasts #i feel as though pete wentz personally reached into my childhood and tenderly breathed something back into it #im reeling from this. this unlocked emotions i /didnt remember i had/#this movie was something i just...forgot about until i remembered it a couple days ago. thinking about it.#couldnt remember the ending at first #and then this comes to me. and i remember. i remember what the ending was.#a dad and his son playing a game of catch. and the field fills up with spectators gathering to watch.#im feeling so. some kind of way. about all of this.

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