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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 3 months

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Do they know if you wear silver or gold?

When they want to buy an engagement ring do they know what to choose?

Yes, without a doubt

Kaeya

Sneaky bastard is so sure about your preferred metal and style he only needs to figure out the gem. He already got the jeweler waiting for when he figures out your ring size

Has to check

Childe

He was truly just going to get two jewels that represent you two and whatever metal matched best but when his sisters heard the look of surprise they had made him stop on his plan. After much talk about how one of them almost left her boyfriend because she was given the wrong metal and the other almost accused her boyfriend of cheating he decided to be very ‘subtle’ but direct.

The next time he is at your home he asks to see your favorite ring/necklace. By that time you already guessed what would be his next question in a few days

Neuvillette

It's Furina who managed to make him confident enough to talk to you outside of an office setting, and to ask you to be his lover, and actually to ask you for marriage. Her poor back.

Most of the planning is due to her, be it the restaurant reservation or the little speech, now the only detail left was the ring. What she didn't expect was that as soon as she asked your preference he would be stiff as a stick and rain started outside.

Let's spend another hour trying to tell the big dragon that not being sure about it isn't a sin nor is he a crappy boyfriend

Diluc

He is sure he knows, he bought you many rings and earrings with that metal but he would rather make sure you love it than let his newly acquired fear that he might make a mistake choosing metals keep him up at night.

he snoops around the porcelain box in the vanity filled with necklaces and rings just to confirm. Maybe three or four times, just in case

No, in their eyes gold and silver jewelry is the exact same. Has to go change the ring last moment

Itto

For him the ring itself isn't that important so he would propose with a pop ring if it happened, but after saving for so long he manages to buy a modest ring his granny and Shinobu approved of.

If it isn't your color you could change it and he wouldn't notice until he puts your wedding band, and anyway he is doubting himself because he isn't really sure

Zhongli

He understands that when choosing clothes for someone their aesthetics and likings should come first but honestly when he starts planning the best engagement ring he forgot that little detail, too focused on having cor lapis for a good luck omen or a tiny engraved flower that represent undying love.

Just forgive him this once. If it makes you feel better the ring itself is both silver and gold intertwined so he is about 50% right?

mf does a color analysis on you to see which is better before the idea of checking your other jewelry

Kaveh

Even if he doesn't have a lot of money, he keeps a stylish and clean appearance and that extends to you, essentially playing dress up with you, layering fabrics of different weight and color, playing with different region’s styles, so when he starts dragging you to try jewelry it wasn't strange.

Even if he gets it wrong he defends himself saying that it's the most flattering on you

Albedo

He might not be too interested in fashion matters but he heard you talk about seasonal colors and undertones and, after a 3 week long intensive exam, he came to the conclusion.

By the time he has the ring he figured he could have just asked you.

What you two found on an adventure is now your engagement ring

Beidou

The idea to propose only came to her mind when her crew was digging around a treasure they found at sea, the pearls, golden coins and different gems spilled over the floor, one of her crew grabbed a showy ring and acted as if he was proposing to his friend.

That caused her to howl at them while laughing “ Getting married before your capitan? Aren't you two gutsy?” And she chugs her beer. Next morning as they arrive to voyage and she stands close to you her whole crew starts whistling and yelling to show them the ring.

Bennett

(he is doing his best)

His dads often tease him about getting big and already having a lover. Even as he tries to escape his embarrassment he gets trapped in the arms of his fathers and told stories of their youth.

When one of them mentions proposing to his late wife with a ring he found in a chest, it particularly stuck with him, when you ask them why bennett has been adventuring so much lately they just smile as if it was an inner joke.

Honorable mentions

Wanderer

Be it the teachers of his classes, classmates, the dancers of the grand bazaar or even lesser lord kusanali everyone wore golden jewelry or accessories, EVEN HIMSELF! Don't blame him too much when if he defaults to gold for anything

Alhaitham

He proposes to your privately and the next morning he takes you ring shopping to make sure you love it and can make adjustments for your ring size and add or take away anything that isn't quite perfect in your eyes before the announcement to your friends.

Insist it's because he wanted this to be a bonding moment but you got the lightest idea he just didn't want to risk it being wrong

#genshin impact #gi #kaeya x reader #kaeya genshin #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #childe x reader #genshin childe #neuvillete x reader #itto x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #albedo x reader #beidou x reader #bennett x reader #wanderer x reader #alhaitham x reader

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natendo-art · 3 months

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I know I’ve rambled on about how much I love Mobius for the last 2 and half years. And yes he is my comfort character, and hyper fixation.

but he is so much more than that. It might sound silly but having this character meant the world to me. On the darkest days seeing or reading something about Mobius really can make a huge difference to my day and mindset.

Owen will never know but he has created something so special with Mobius, a character that makes me feel hopeful when I don’t see any light at the end of the tunnel. A character that loves freely and sincerely without judgement. Embracing people’s flaws and even celebrating them. A character that even when facing so much uncertainty and fear he will still look for the silver lining. A character who shows that kindness and encouragement is infectious. Even when you feel like you’re crumbling, choosing kindness and compassion is still the best way forward. Being aware of others struggles and lifting others is so important. A character who teaches us that no one is perfect, we all have our demons. We have all made mistakes and have moments of weakness. But what matters most is how we learn and grow from those experiences.

He really makes me want to strive to be a better person every single day. And I can’t even count how many times I’ve stopped myself and thought ‘what would Mobius say/do?’ Which I know sounds so silly. But it’s a good reminder to stop, think and be kind. If you have choice to be a light in people’s life or a something dark, why not choose to brighten people’s day? The goal should be that after interacting with you a person feels happy, better than they did before talking with you. To uplift and never give up.

this ramble probably just makes me look loopy lol but I just wanted to get the thoughts out.

anyway I love Mobius M. Mobius more than I will ever be able to express. And Owen too for being a light to so many💕

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ilovehobi101 · 1 year

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Their concubine.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader x Shuri, Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x Shuri

Part 2.

Warning: Infidelity M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, Dirty talk (in English and Yucatec Maya), Hickeys, Cockwarming, Creampie, Nipple play, Sweet nicknames, Pampering, love triangle, Choking, Beach Sex, Praise and degrading kink, Breeding kink, Masturbating, Cockdrunk, Spanking, Begging, Rough sex, Squirting, grammar mistakes?

Summary: You and your cousin Riri were invited to Princess Shuri's private wedding, once King Namor laid his eyes on you, he decided you will be his as well as his wife, you tried hard to say no but you couldn't resist the handsome god for long.

A/n: this is my first time writing for the MCU so be gentle with me lol, I might have focused more on Namor x reader but part 2 will be more of both. Sorry if it sucks.

You sat in awe of the beautiful wedding, your cousin was the maid of honor so you were left by yourself, Princess Shuri was gorgeous in her wedding dress and her groom was...you couldn't even describe his attractiveness. When you first saw his people you weren't shocked you mean there's a god of thunder and a purple alien so people who lived in the ocean weren't really that much of a shock at least to you, "Does anybody object?" the groom looked around as if daring anybody to say something, his dark chocolate orbs stopped on you with an emotion you couldn't read, a part of you wanted to turn around to see if he was actually looking at you but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more as when you sent an awkward smile towards him that seemed to snap him back and he looked back Shuri, with love in his eyes.

Everyone cheered, clapped, and hollered as the happy couple shared a deep passionate kiss, they pulled apart and faces their subjects "Wakanda forever! Líik’ik Talokan!" The Queen and king chanted to their people and their subjects repeated the only ones who didn't was you and Riri making you both feel out of place. the now-married couple began to walk to the after-party, and everyone followed soon after. You watch the sunset fall behind the ocean and the lights of the lanterns turn on with a drink in hand "Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep latin american accent called, you turned to look at who spoke and immediately froze as the handsome king walked up to you "Are you enjoying the party? " "it's amazing and yes it's more than beautiful" you answered hesitantly "What is your name, In hechicera? (My enchantress)” you rose your brow in confusion but told him anyways, He tested your name and oh the way it rolled off his tongue made a shiver ride up your spine before you ask for his.

"My people call me K’ul’ku’kan, My enemies call me Namor but you can call me In Ajaw'o," he smirked slyly "I want you as mine, my concubine." he spoke looking into your eyes with want and determination, you open your mouth to answer but luckily your phone ringed, saving you "I got to umm t-take this." you stutter, speed walking more like run away from Namor.

Namor softly chuckled as he watched you run away, how he can't wait to hear your pretty moans and cries for him, to hear his hips smack against your hips as your nails pierce his back, to see your lust and desperate-filled eyes begging him to use you, to please your king. You couldn't believe what just happened, you're pretty you know that but hot, attractive men barely looked at you twice and to have someone like him, who oozes dominance that you just want to submit to, allow him to do what he wished to do to you was overwhelming, to say the least. you quickly found your cousin, telling her you got to go. You thought that was the end of it but man you were wrong, it was a week after the wedding, and a necklace of silver chain with light blue, and darker blues jewels with a handwritten note on your doorstep,

' Encantadora (Enchantress) you have enchanted me with your beauty and I hope this will enhance you as you have me. I had it made by my finest jeweler, and the jewels hand-picked by me. I would love to see you adore it, in hechicera.-

- A Ajaw'o' (Your king)

You looked up past the trees to the ocean, and you wondered if he was watching. You looked back at the necklace 'fuck it' you took it inside and put it into your jewelry box. The next day another necklace arrived a gradient blue seashell with gold on the edge of it, this came with a note as well, his way with words was charmingly elegant, and gift after gift came, a row of seashells of silver and blue, a pair of earrings that wrapped around your earlobes and was shaped like a fish's side fins, seashells, and starfish covered the top and bottom of the fins, a long chain of pearls dangled down, the held colorful blue shell, it was the most beautiful of the jewelry he had sent to you "I-it's beautiful." you said in awe as you walked back into your home to put it were you kept the things Namor gifted you. You smiled then paused, this is wrong, you were openly letting princess Shuri's, your role model, husband court you if that was what he was doing. No, this couldn't continue the next gift you'll give back somehow.

You woke up bright and early, as expected another gift laid on your doormat but instead of jewelry it was a conch shell blue and white in color with a note beneath it

'Encantadora, if you wish to see me as I do, blow into this and lay it into the ocean and I will come to your call.

- A Ajaw'o'

'Huh, convenient.' you thought as you strutted your way back into your house and left the Conch Shell on your couch side table as you gathered a bag to put all his gifts, courting gifts? and begin to make your way to the beach, on the way millions of thoughts flew through your mind what struck you as odd is 'I don't what this to stop.' that almost made you pause in your step, but you finally made it 'ok all I have to do is blow this and put it into the ocean, I got this but how far?' you let the bag dropped to the sand, lifting the shell to your lips, you blew into as hard as you could, you need him to hear, and throw the shell into the ocean.

You paced back and forward, trying to gather your courage when a splash caught your attention, and your jaw dropped 'Lord, help me.' you watched as Namor walked out of the waves with short dark green shorts, a gold belt, and a neckpiece with a set of golden seashells and pearls wrapped around his neck, gold jeweled bracelets on his wrists and biceps. Namor pushed his hair out of his face, the sun shined upon him causing the water to make his brown skin seem like it was sparkling. You shut your mouth and gulped as you hyped yourself up "In hechicera. " Namor acknowledged "U-Umm I uh here!" you went to reach for the bag of jewelry but his hand stopped you and made you look up at him "Are my gifts not to your satisfaction?" He questioned, his thumb rubbing your chin "No they're absolutely beautiful but—" "Then why rejected me In yakunaj? (My Love) " he questioned again, his lips centimeter away, his dark eyes gazing into yours "I..i" you didn't want too but you wanted him, with your entire being, you wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a god it wouldn't hurt for a day right? You could just say no more after, yeah that's what you'll do.

"Please.." you whispered, Namor smirked and his lips laid upon yours, his hands on your waist pulling you against his hardening bulge. A whimper climbs its way out of you as his hot tongue explores your mouth, and your breathing became uneven when you felt his hand wrap around your nape and his other groping your ass. "Le mía, in jats'uts concubina." he whispered against your lips, moving on to kiss your shoulder and gently manhandle you to lay on the sand, you could feel yourself become wet, and your patience grows thin "Please, I need you!" you beg, bucking your hips against him"Yes? What does my concubine want?" he growled, biting and sucking your neck, "Fuck me, please I feel like I'll die if you don't," you whine, grinding your clothed cunt hard against his hard member.

"Toop (Fuck). take off your clothes." Namor hissed, his cock twitching to be inside of you. You happily do what he ordered, how can you say no to a king, a fucking hot ass king like him, you practically rip your shirt, bra, skirt, and underwear off, and your cheeks felt got as you watch what he'd do. Namor took a moment to admire you, your pussy was glistening with your arousal, your breasts move up and down for your heavy breathing, your eyes held desperation for him and your lips parted just a little bit, he wanted so badly to make your lips swollen with his kisses but he was a benignant king, he will make your wish come true. Namor spread his pre-cum down his cock to lubricate, making it a bit easier, he knew it might hurt, his cock wasn't average, he was thick and long but fuck he couldn't wait.

"Ready in yakunaj?" he smirked, his cock head nudging your drooling core, you only nodded with excitement, Namor chuckled and kissed you as he slide home, balls deep "Joder ti', jump'éel coño jach apretado, perfecto utia'al a ajawo'" He groaned in his native tongue "Fuck, such a tight pussy, perfect for your king." he translated, gritted his teeth as his skilled hips began to work. His pace was slow at first, letting you get used to him but that didn't last long, his dick drilled into you like no man has as if he'll never fuck another pussy, feral growls left him as he suck at your neck, marking you his, your moans and whines, his growls and groans, skin slapping was all you could hear.

You gasped, his mouth engulfing your hardened nipple, and his large hand hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock now hitting the ring of your cervix, fucking you into the sand"FUCK! Go-gonna cum!" you cried, tears in corner of your glossy orbs, "Cum, Encantadora ." Namor ordered after letting go of your nipple, his brown eyes locked with yours and like that you cummed making a mess on Namor's dick and the sand below you, Namor buried his face into your neck to muffle his loud groan as he thrusted hard, dumping his cum into you, filling every part of your walls. Namor took a moment to regain his senses before he slowly pulled out with a wetting pop that made you flustered as his and your cum came out like a river onto the already cum covered sand. "You are mine," he said slowly, with seriousness, you knew it was true, you were kidding yourself when you thought you could say no to this man "Yours," you replied, you knew this wouldn't last but fuck you'll enjoy well you can.

You thought your relationship was gonna be all about sex but it was more than that, even though he was busy as the king of Talocan and now Wakanda he still made time for you. He let you show him your likes and your dislikes, and hobbies, he let you cook your favorite foods for him, although he did not show you knew he liked it, he watched your favorite movies while you cuddled, your head under his chin and his strong arm wrapped around you. Your favorite moment is when you showed him 'the little mermaid', he said nothing but you could see he wanted to, wanting to respect your likes, but it wasn't one-sided he showed you dances of his people, showed you how to paint, and teach you some words of his native language, he even trusted you enough give you kimoyo beads that Princess Shuri updated that allow the wearer could visit talocan with a skin-tight suit but still able to protect them and he showed you how his people tamed whales, beautiful fish you ever thought you'd see up clos.

That night he made love to you, you tricked yourself into not seeing it that way but it was broken when on the edge of unconsciousness, he whispered that he loved you, he had fallen in love with you, and how you truly were an enchantress. You fall asleep with a smile, knowing he felt the same.

"In hechicera let's go for a swim, I want to show you something," Namor spoke catching your attention from your book "Ok let me get dressed" you smiled excited to see more of his world "What you have on is enough, let's go." he got up and made his way out the door with you rushing to keep up. The trip didn't take so long, you both stopped at a stone ring which Namor put his hands in, and suddenly a current of water appeared, Namor looked at you, a mischievous glint in his browns "wait no!—" you screamed as he grinned, taking your hand and swimming into the strong current, dragging you with him. You squeeze your eyes shut from fear, relaxing only a bit when you felt his muscular arms, protecting you. "Open your eyes" he whispered after you made it to your destination, hesitantly you opened your eyes and silently gasped, a beautiful city stands before you was this talocan? "let's go." he gestured as he swam to the city, you not far away.

As you both continue swam until you were in the capital city, you looked around you kids were playing, adults buying and selling stuff, and some even waved at you "Hola, mmm in wéetlail yéetel Teene' ichilo'ob teech ki'ichpam. (Hello umm me and my friends think you're beautiful)" A little girl came up to you and nervously looked back at her friends who were just as nervous, you gazed back at her friends with a soft smile and back at her "Hola yéetel Yo'olal ba'ax Nib óolal, teech xan teech ki'ichpam. (Hello, and why thank you, you're beautiful too)" you spoke softly. Namor watched on the sidelines as you interact with the children, asking their names and a thought crossed his mind, he wanted to see you like this with your children, to see you speaking softly to them and caring for them, then his thoughts dirty, he wanted to fuck your womb fill of cum, so much there would be no doubt you'd get pregnant, to see you swelling with his child, breed you time and time again, to hear you beg for it. He had to hurry and show his second surprise before he lost his control and composure, it seems only you and Shuri had a way to make him lose control of himself easily. "I have one thing more to show you." Namor informed "ok let's go" you replied before saying goodbye to the children.

You made it to his palace, it was more astounding than you imagined, you stopped in front of a clear box that was attached to the wall that had a brown door leading to a room, swimming into the box you looked at Namor curious but he smiles slyly and gestured for you to wait. The water started swirling around you and down a drain on the floor you didn't notice, it continued until no water was inside. You looked around shocked, your suit disappearing into your beads "there's more." he pointed to the door, and you took a breath and open the door, your jaw dropped as you walked into the room almost in a trance-like. The wall was a light blue, so light it was almost white, a king-sized bed stood against the middle of the wall, and a round headboard coral was decorated on the top, it looked so soft in front of the bed against the wall was a large wardrobe, a light oak brown in color, on the left wall was a beautiful vanity and bookshelves, with bean bags around the bookshelves and on the other walls was huge windows with white curtains, you step closer to the windows as colorful fish swim passed by. "How?" you asked in awe ""How" is never as important as "Why"." you turned to look at him "Why?" you questioned as you walk up to him "Because I have come to love you. I love you Encantadora." He started looking at you with such fondness, you could help but pull him into a heated kiss that lead to the bed and clothes being tossed.

"Such a slut for your god." Namor hissed when your heat welcome him, and you bounced on his dick, your nails digging into his muscular chest, leaving small angry crescent moons for everyone to see. "Please, not enough, more!" you cried with tears in your eyes as you quicken your pace, trying and failing to find the pleasure he can only bring, begging him to fuck you as not even you can do, Namor just smirked, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusted up, hard. Brushing that special spot and hitting your cervix, all thoughts left, and only his cock, his long, hard cock was on your mind and in your pussy, the only thing that mattered now. his thrusts were rapid, rough, and downright punishing. You yelped as he slapped your ass "What? Can't think? In puta tonta." he purred in his baritone voice, his eyes lusted and lidded as he suddenly got you onto your back, your legs to your chest, cock still inside you.

"Fuck." you panted as he pounded away, your nails running down his back "Yaan in tséentik in linda peek'o' reproductora, chup a seen u Ma'atech a sentirás vacía, a k'áat le je'elo'. Ba'ax tia'al ten a Ajaw." Namor grunted his hips smacking into your ass "Gonna breed my pretty breeding bitch, fill you so much that you'll never feel empty, do you want that? To serve your king?" he repeated in English, his accent even thicker, you let out a lewd moan at his words squeezing hard around him and feeling your climax coming, he spanked you as he asked again "Please let me to be filed with you." you slurred cockdrunk, eyes locked with his, body jerking from his thrusting. a snap of his hips had you squirting, absolutely drenching you and him the bed, his thrust became sloppy as he fulfilled his promise, his lips on yours in a kiss full of passion.

Shuri controlled her heavy breathing as she came around her fingers, watching as her husband fucked you like he hated you from the wardrobe, she waited for you both to fall asleep to leave. She needed to think of her next course of action.

Translation:

Le mía, in jats'uts concubina

Mine, my pretty concubine.

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etoilesombre · 16 days

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sad captains make bad choices chapter two PLEASE I need it like I need breathing

For the WIP game. I was just WAITING for someone to ask about this one because I'm so excited to post the second chapter. Should be done over the weekend! First chapter here for context. Flint is so sad and pining (and also drunk and bad at people) that when he and Silver are staying at an inn together on a war mission and things get flirty, instead of making a move on Silver he goes out to an 18th century gay bar and has really intense group sex with randos. Was this an excuse for free use porn that then got out of control? Why yes, yes it was. Anyway Silver walks in, Flint sends him away, everything is horribly awkward, and Flint shuts down and is a bastard about it (see: bad at people.) In this, the second chapter, they... talk. Uh. Etc.

I had a hard time picking an excerpt for this one but here goes, the first bit of their conversation.

“Captain, this has to fucking stop,” Silver said at last, their third day back on the island. They were on the cliffs, sweaty and panting between bouts. Flint had only spoken to comment on Silver’s form. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, hoping it might be true. That hope was immediately dashed. “We need to talk about what happened in Virginia,” Silver said. “We absolutely do not,” Flint replied, putting as much cold warning into his voice as he could muster. “I told you, it was a mistake. Leave it alone.” But Silver was not nearly as inclined to be cowed into silence as he had once been. “I tried to leave it alone,” he insisted. “And you’ve barely fucking spoken to me. It is obvious that you harbor some– some anger or resentment toward me over the matter, and I just—” “I don’t,” Flint interrupted, flatly. “Then I don’t understand–” “Have you considered that it is not for you to understand?” Flint snapped, backed into a corner. “That perhaps you do not have a right to every goddamn piece of my life just because…” Flint trailed off, seeing the darkening of Silver’s expression and realizing the hypocrisy he would perceive in the words. “You know what I think?” Silver’s tone was light, almost conversational, but it carried a bitter, dangerous undercurrent. “I think you’re just plain fucking embarassed. And I think you’re taking it out on me, because you can’t stand that I witnessed something that makes you as human as everyone else.” Flint bridled at the accusation, at how simple, how petty it sounded when Silver said it. He wasn’t… it wasn’t just… He reached for a counter argument, and slowly deflated as the truth of it sank in past his defensiveness. “And you know what?” Silver continued, apparently not finished but only hitting his stride. “That’s a bit fucking insulting, Captain. Considering that I’ve been coming up here every day and utterly humiliating myself in front of you. Considering that you were the only one who I—” He stopped abruptly, and Flint heard what he couldn’t say. The only one Silver had let near him, when he awoke after losing his leg, the only one other than the doctor allowed to witness the particular degradations of his suffering. “I meant it, when I said I didn’t think pride was an issue between us. That’s the only way this partnership works.” For a brief moment Silver sounded hurt, but found his way quickly back to outrage. “And I tried to be your fucking friend, as insane of a proposition as that may be. I did not judge you for your relationship with Thomas Hamilton, any more than I have ever judged any man on our crew for the same.” He glared at Flint, eyes blazing. “And if you’re going to be a bastard to me just because you assume I must be horrified by seeing what you like in bed, then fuck you.”

#ask game #my writing

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screaming-for-eternally · 1 year

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Screw it. Decided to come up with my own personal general Cayde-6 Reverse Forsaken HCs -The divergence is simple: Cayde goes after the inmates while The Guardian stays with the control center, and ends up pulling a Cayde and bringing it down-Cayde's a bad influence after all. -Things go as you'd expect-the YW does well, then they don't. They make the fateful mistake of taking Ghost out. And they get shot with their own gun. -I kind of imagine they are far less accepting of their final moments than Cayde was. Cayde had been a Guardian for several centuries. The Wolf? Only four years. Might not have put on a brave face like Cayde did, and instead were scared of their impending death. -And so, The Young Wolf, the godslayer, and possibly the greatest and most powerful Guardian in history-dies on the floor of that prison, barley 4 years after they were rezzed. -And Cayde? Let's just say this whole thing breaks him. -Now, how 'well' Cayde takes it depends on your Guardian's relationship with your Guardian-be it mentor-student, friends, or even lovers. I'm gonna say for the sake of this their friends, but note that the closer Cayde was with the YW, the worse he spirals. -It was what happened to Andal all over again.

-Now, Cayde blames himself big time. Not least of all because he brought the barons into custody in the first place. He had been merciful. And it had gotten his friend killed. Well not this time. -At the funeral, Cayde tells Zavala to shove his 'no revenge' talk up his ass. He was coming back with Uldren's head on a silver platter, with or without the rest of the Vanguard's support. He wanted to do nothing after their hero was murdered? Fine. but Cayde wasn't gonna sit this one out. Not this time. -Speaking of, part of me thinks Cayde might have a heated argument with Zavala before he leaves. And it gets ugly. Like, real ugly. Cayde's grieving and pissed at Zavala for being such a coward in his eyes. And he's gonna pull every cruel insult and jab in the book at him. He comes to regret it later of course. And he does eventually apologize and try to make it up to Zavala. But for now, their friendship is in the gutter. -Anyways Cayde heads to the Shore -He has far less patience for Spider's little 'quid pro quo' deal. He makes it clear either Spider can give him the information he wants, or Cayde can squeeze it out of him. -Cayde during Forsaken is almost an entirely different person. Sure he might crack a quiet, half-hearted joke here or there, but those are just fleeting moments. For the most part though? He acts like a ruthlessly efficient yet brutal killing machine. When Cayde catches the Barons one by one, he shows not a shred of mercy. Petra and Sundance see this...and it freaking unerves them to see Cayde shift so drastically. -Eventually Cayde catches up with Uldren. -And let's just say Uldren doesn't get an easy death and leave it at that. -Cayde returns to the Tower. -Given the whole storming the reef without orders thing, and given how brutally he dispatched Uldren and the Barons, there's a good chance he ends up getting removed from the Vanguard-In a cruel twist of fate, Cayde finally gets to be free of the Tower...at the cost of the Wolf. -Following all of that, Cayde heads back to the Shore, hunting the remaining Scorn as part of some unhealthy coping mechanism. -It's there where he runs into Crow

-Cayde's pretty bitter about the whole thing. He knows it's not Uldren and he logically shouldn't be mad at him for that but...it just isn't fair. -That being said, while he may or may not be Vanguard anymore, Crow's still a fellow Hunter. -So when learns of Crow's 'employment' to Spider...it takes every fiber of his being not to just go up and shoot the kingpin. -He does however make it clear that if Spider doesn't take the bomb off Glint and let Crow go he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter him and his gang off the face of the Reef. Given that Cayde would've likely developed a fearsome reputation due to his actions with the Scorn Barons, Spider would damn well know he wasn't bluffing. You don't fuck with Cayde's Hunters on his watch. -Eventually, Cayde warms up to Crow. And slowly but surely, he starts to come out of the shell he'd been hiding in since Forsaken. -I kinda think Cayde would take up the YW's mantle of Godslayer alongside Crow. Two Hunters kicking ass and taking names. That's all I have for this. If you like any of ideas and want to use them for your own AU, feel free.

#destiny #destiny 2 #forsaken #forsaken role swap #Cayde 6

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rainbowchewynuggets · 1 year

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TMA Encore #12

Jon stares down into the gaping corpse of the prison. A stale air current breathes coldly on his neck.

Jon: If this tape has reached any of the members of my team, I would hope that they’d understand that I’m choosing to remove myself from the board to prevent something terrible. And that I’m sorry for doing it. And for everything, really. I… I should have told you all what was happening from the beginning. At the time, I told myself that it was for the better. But I’m realizing that I have a poor metric for those sorts of choices. I knew something was wrong early on and kept it to myself anyway. It was just easier to pretend that I could handle it myself. Clearly not.

He tries to summon some levity, but his throat is too tight.

Jon: You deserved better. You deserved to know.

He squeezes the little silver lighter in his other hand.

Jon: If you haven’t found this tape, it might be because we’re all still down here together. I shouldn’t do it, after all we’ve done to try to make it through this. I don’t want to. I’d just be making the same mistake all over again. But here I am.

He looks at the lace of fuse cord sticking out of each stick of dynamite, maybe six inches from the lighter’s flame.

Jon: It shouldn’t feel this easy. I should be in a much worse place mentally to even consider either option. It just… feels logical. As much as I’d like to blame an external force, I think that would be too easy. The point might be entirely moot, since I can’t seem to light this fuse any more than I can throw myself off. I can’t get myself to back away, either. Maybe I’m just waiting for a cue. A scare or something to let me know when it’s time to get going. Always seems to do the trick.

He can’t think of any more quips to distract himself. He can’t think of anything to say at all. He stops the recording and sets the player down on the ground beside him. The lighter thumps nervously against his leg as he scans the black void at the base of the Panopticon.

Not-Jon: Hello, Jonah.

Jonah meets him with his most unsurprised look.

Jonah: Nice to finally meet the creature that’s been stalking me.

Not-Jon allows himself no reaction beyond a difficult swallow.

NJ: Old habit.

Jonah looks him up and down. Not-Jon’s eyes are locked on him.

Jonah: Are you quite alright? You look uncomfortable.

Not-Jon strains to stand up straighter against the wall. Jonah waits for him to move, but he remains struggling to stay propped up where he is.

NJ: I suppose I should have thought to lock up the archives.

Jonah: Just figured I’d give you a hand. An ambitious design requires careful execution.

He steps back and rests against the opposite wall, facing the strange creature.

Jonah: Though, I must admit that I’m impressed. I never imagined you could become such a willing propagator for your patrons. Especially after what I heard on those tapes.

NJ: “Willing” with no other choice.

His voice is hard and sharp.

NJ: This way, they’re all likely to make it out alive. I at least haven’t stooped to sacrificing bystanders and victims.

Jonah: A credible threat reaps the same benefits, whether it’s followed through or not. You know that. There isn’t really room for ethics in our line of work.

Not-Jon is miserably silent.

Jonah: And I’m afraid you may have pushed some of your pieces a little too far.

Jonah takes out the three fragments of the ring. Not-Jon gives them a long look before tearing his eyes away back to Jonah.

NJ: Oh. Well. That would explain why this is so much harder than I thought it would be.

His sardonic tone can’t disguise the shaking in his voice. He gasps, winded from talking.

Jonah closes his fingers and moves to the back of the tower.

Not-Jon attempts to follow. He can barely move his feet and has to slide along the wall by one shoulder. Jonah reaches behind the cavernous remains of the stairs and pulls out a shotgun. He takes a shell from his pocket and loads it, then points the nose of the barrel at Not-Jon at point blank range. Fear is plain on his target’s face. He lets the moment sit, drinking it in.

The gun fires. The slug shatters bone and burrows into Not-Jon’s chest. Gunpowder burns the exposed flesh. He doubles over like a crumpled piece of paper. One hand holds the wound, the other is pressed against the floor with his legs bunched under him. He grits his teeth as he clings to his last ounce of strength, which threatens to leave him with each passing moment.

Jonah takes a step closer and kneels to meet the creature’s burning hateful eyes.

Jonah: It must be terrible. After all that careful planning and work, some underestimated detail arrives at the last minute and puts you back in your place.

Not-Jon wheezes painfully.

Jonah notices a running feeling in his hands. The broken ring has turned to dust, its illusory purpose served. Jonah processes this a second too late.

Not-Jon’s defeated act vanishes. He lunges and clasps his hands around Jonah’s throat. They struggle and hit the floor. Jonah is pinned as Not-Jon chokes him, vaporized blood rising from his hands.

NJ: It really is terrible, isn’t it?

Not-Martin’s concentration is broken. His sight turns probingly in the direction of the central watchtower.

NM: Oh, god.

Using Jonah’s sphere of influence as a gateway, the Entities push outward, overextending themselves. Not-Jon’s awareness expands beyond the Institute. Far, far beyond. He can see and feel the presence of the competing Entities’ places and objects of power. Their prowling avatars. Their euphoria. Their malice. The fear, misery, and ruin they create. Despite all that he’s done to dilute it, it saturates the earth. It seeps through endless fissures made between worlds, waiting only for enough points of cohesion to bring the Entities through.

The interference is agony. His head is filled with splintering wood.

He can’t stop here. He has to get rid of all of it. No trace can be left behind.

It can’t wait any longer. It’s the only way.

The only way.

Tim and Sasha are lost in the dark. They were at opposite ends of a complicated room when the flashlight ate through its last battery. They can’t find each other. A rushing sound approaches them with a flash of blinding light.

Not-Martin grabs hold of his younger double just before the flash floods their tiny cell.

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Next comes the scary part.

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#the magnus archives #mag200 spoilers #magnus pod #tma fancomic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #not-jon #not-martin #the entities #tma encore 12 #cw suicide #cw violence #cw gun violence #cw blood #cw body horror

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eirasummersart · 9 months

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I finally read Portfes on the en server and it's such a fun one! I really liked it. And so I was inspired to write a brief summary of how my OCs would be like in it (the ones that already had a class. I wasn't sure about Akshaya. If there's interest, I might think it more and add her too~)

Anyway, big text under the cut C:

Dillon: Class D (with Sebek, Malleus and Floyd). They keep sending him to do errands because he eats the cotton candy if he's at the food stand. He mostly just hangs around Sebek and chats otherwise. Malleus is amused with him because he isn't afraid of him at all and talks to him normally, while also looking at him with a weird admiration and calling him "Waka-sama-senpai". He's actually not too bad at dealing with the costumer because he's worked at the Monstro Lounge a lot. He also joins the mess Floyd makes with the huge cotton candy. He thinks it's the best idea ever too XD

Szi: Class A (With Adeuce, Yuu, Grim, Kalim, Silver, Rook and Leona). He acted all high and mighty as usual and they put him to do test churros. He did them terribly (he's bad at cooking of any kind). So they ended putting him to serve costumers, and he has 0 people skills so they took him out of that. In the end he ended up in charge of dealing with the cash since he never made a mistake in the change he had to give back. He was quite sad that Rook was mostly out of the stand because he was busy with the comitee. Either way, when he was around, he mostly stuck with him because he's his only friend from all the class A people.

Domas: Class C (With Azul, Jamil, and Vil). All his ideas got rejected and he was all grumpy and didn't want to cooperate. They didn't even let him help Jamil come up with the recipe, when he offered himself several times :C Still, when Azul or Jamil were distracted, he would go ahead and "direct" everyone else since he took that responsability. Thankfully they were making salads, so no arson incident happened(?) xD

Dalia: Class E (With Jade, Riddle, Trey and Lilia). She was happy to be able to do this with Riddle and Trey, two of her best friends. She helped them here and there. She wasn't good with cooking, but she helped as assistant or serving the food if needed. She also finds Lilia hilarious and knows him a bit from spending time with Silver. She only observed and laughed like Jade when Lilia was being a menace. It really is comedy gold in her eyes (but she never tried the food). By the end, she told Trey he has to make that chowder for her often because she really likes seafood and it was extra yummy~

Oriol: Class B (With Epel, Jack, Ruggie, Cater and Idia). He quickly offered to help Idia make the waffle machine. He really likes Ignihyde and wanted to get closer to Idia to learn and talk about machines so this was perfect. He tried to refuse his help but Oriol insited and just inserted himself in the project. Idia still did most of it, but they became somewhat(?) closer after that (Oriol's opinion). During the actual festival, he could've manned the waffle machine too, since he helped build it, but he refused. It was too hot, he couldn't be all sweaty all day! He had to look pretty for the festival!! Instead, he mostly floated around the stand and tried to catch people's attention and do promo. He managed to bring quite a lot of costumers.

Yuuki: Just date day with Jack(?) xD

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That's all I thought now. I might add more to this if I get more ideas. You can also ask me if you'd like to know something in particular as well~

Thanks for reading it all <3

#twst #twst oc #Twisted Wonderland OC #Portfes #OC #OC info #Dillon #Szilárd #Dalia #Domas #Oriol #Yuuki

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perfectnow-onlythebrave · 1 year

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Favourite lyrics from ‘Louis Tomlinson’ Songs:

Disclaimer: I love all of Louis’ songs and think he is an incredibly talented lyricist. His lyrics often make me feel emotions I wasn’t expecting, and get me into deep spirals of thought.

Faith In The Future

All This Time: It’s not how you spend the time, it’s if you waste it // And I keep on building mountains hoping that they’ll turn to gold but the truth is I still doubt that what I do can get me home // Our eyes meet and I can tell that you’re the same as me

Saturdays: I’m gazing at the floor somebody’s got your trainers on the ones the ones that you wore when you walked out the door // We always used to say Saturdays take the pain away // Through my cigarette A shadow of you sticks me to the carpet // My heart might be broken but I won’t be broken down

Holding Onto Heartache: Creates the strangest feelin’ just slowly waitin’ for the end // The moments never shown to us because we faded into darkness // You know the parties over when you’re standing in an empty space alone // Nothing’s ever easy to be honest, I’m not easy on myself

Face The Music: Love and hate are in-between depends on your reality to see them // So one more night I’m gonna choose I don’t wanna face the music but I still wanna dance with you // Close your eyes and count to ten If you’re standin’ on the edge of fallin’ // Let’s buy some time

The Greatest: Said I had a plan for us time, it came and changed it all we had to disappear // Back dancin’ in the dark back to the very start finding pieces we can fit making up for what we missed // It’s you and me until the end life for us is never over

That’s The Way Love Goes: Remember when you told me I should give it time? well, here’s the chance for you to take your own advice // When it cuts you, when you bleed that’s when you’re feelin’ it the most // Not gonna ask you, but we’ll make sure your okay who cares? It’s her loss anyway

Chicago: They say, “bitter ends turn sweet in time” is that true of yours and mine? // Has it been long enough that you can forgive me? Just because it didn’t work, doesn’t mean it’s meaningless to me // ‘Cause I’ve been wondering what you’d say would you have told me to keep goin’? or would you say to walk away?

Headline: Sometimes, I wake up, and I hear you through the silence // You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness // So many reasons now you’re not mine // You never told me never I guess I never knew we’d have the shortest forever // Thought I could, but I can’t forget you

Silver Tongues: You said love was a pretty lie // you smile at me and say, “It’s time to to go” but I don’t feel like goin’ home // you say grass was a dirty drug you like to preach with a vodka in your mug // you and me until the end wakin’ up to start again

Angels Fly: There’s a time for sayin’ who did what where it went wrong, I wanna hear all that, but right now what I need you to know is // You’ll be okay, we can talk tomorrow I’m on my way with some time to burrow // I won’t say a word, it can wait ‘til morning // put the pain behind you now you don’t need it anymore // there were problems in this empty bottle at the bottom, but we drained all that (My ultimate favourite of FITF)

She Is Beauty We Are World Class: Conversation is currency shapes become language // Escape the inevitable fade into light soak up the empathy // Has it been all this before? Do you see what I see?

Bigger Than Me: When somebody told me I would change I used to hide behind a smile // I didn’t read the signs walking different lines I know I took a left trying to make it right // I was afraid, I don’t know why ‘cause so does the world outside I’ve realised and it’s bigger than me

Common People: I Came from a good home A house full of terrace dreams that was enough for me // The mistakes and the heartaches when I get lost, I go back to where I started // I took head of the local no deep pockets, only big hearts do you see what I see?

Out Of My System: I never wanna go slowly I only wanna go faster towards disaster // I am only half of what I think I can be // I’ve lived a lot of my life already but I gotta get though the rest // I’m taking all of my demons puttin’ them where I won’t see them ‘cause I just wanna feel alive

Written All Over Your Face: A hurricane behind the door so, I’ve come ready for a war // When we’ve finished saying nothing can we, please, get back to loving?

Lucky Again: I see how hard you’ve worked to be yourself // But I figured it out, then made my way back to a life I would choose // Before the world, it got so serious before the time, it got away from us // Whatever get you through the darkest night just find the light out in the darkness, hold tight // I’m a hard man to find but you figured it out and I love you for that

Walls

Defenceless: “wish I didn’t need so much of you” I hate to say but I do // we’re sleeping on our problems like we’ll solve them in our dreams // And I can’t get inside when you’re lost in your pride but you don’t have a thing to prove // And I’m too tired to be tough just wanna be loved by you

Only The Brave: Set fire to history I’m breaking my own rules // I’ve been close enough to touch but I never cared for love // And it’s only hello, hello, no goodbye. (One of my favourites from Walls)

Walls: The day you walked away and took the higher ground was the day I became the man that I am now // Nothing makes you hurt like hurtin’ who you love // For every question why, you were my because // So this one is a thank you for what you did to me why is it that thank-yous are so often bittersweet?

Always You: I went to Tokyo to let it go drink after drink but I still felt alone // Walked through the door but it felt nothing like home ‘cause you’re not home //

Too Young: I’ve been looking back a lot lately me and you is all I’ve ever known It’s hard to think you could ever hate me // Now we can finally have conversation that I wish we could’ve had before // Now I realise yeah, I realise we were too young to know we had everythin’ // It’a been two years since I’ve seen your face I’m trying to find some better words to say before I let this moment slip away

Two Of Us: This morning I woke up still dreaming with memories playing through my head // Even when I’m on my own I know I won’t be alone // I can feel your blood run through me you’re written in my DNA looking back in every mirror // We’ll end just like we started just you and me and no one else

Perfect Now: You don’t feel pretty and It’s hard to miss I wish you could see my point of view as someone starin’ back at you // Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up don’t hide away don’t ever change // I guess some queens don’t need a crown and I know why // You never do but if you asked me too I’ll tell the truth lying next to you // You make me feel like being someone good to you, even at your worst. (My ultimate favourite from Walls)

Fearless: Tell me, do you still remember feeling young? And strong enough to get it wrong // Now if happiness is always measured by the life you designed that car on the drive then you should feel better than ever but you know as well as I it’s all lies

Kill My Mind: And you hate me, and I want more // And ya won’t let go of you hold on me // Kept me living from the last time from a prison of a past life

Don’t Let It Break Your Heart: Life get hard and it gets messed up when you give so much, but it’s not enough // And what hurts you is gonna pass and you’ll have learnt from it when it comes back

We Made It: Now, we’re saying goodbye, waving to the hard times yeah, it’s gonna be alright, like the first time // Share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about things we’d never say to someone else out loud // Oh god, what I could’ve become don’t know why they put this all on us when we’re so young

Habit: I always said that I’d mess up eventually I told you that, so what did you expect from me? // I took some ‘cause I ran out of energy of playing someone I heard I’m supposed to be // You gave me the time and the space I was out of control and I’m sorry, I let you down

Others

Just Hold On: Feels like you’re standing on the edge looking at the stars and wishing you were them // Where do you go when the story’s done? you can be who you were or who you’ll become // The sun goes down and it comes back up the world it turns, no matter what // It’s not over ‘til it’s all been said It’s not over ‘till your dying breath

Just Like You: But you only get half of the story the cash, and the cars and the glory // ‘Cause nobody cares when you’re boring // yeah, I feel the same as you do same stress, same shit to go through // I’m just like you if you only knew // Yeah, I get sad too and when I’m down I need somebody to talk to // Every heart breaks the same every tear leaves a stain can’t I just be same?

Back To You: These days I don’t even know myself // I tell myself I’m done with wicked games but then I get so numb with all the laughter that I forget about the pain

Miss You: Just one more pint of five does it even matter anyway? // Just like that and I’m sober I’m asking myself, “is it over?” // And all of these thoughts and the feelings cheers to that if you don’t need them // We can’t even be on the phone now and I can’t even be with you alone now // we were in love and now we’re strangers // When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away get another two shots ‘cause it doesn’t matter anyway

Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy: It’s an old curse dreamers diving head first // Nothing is original there’s nothing left to say // I can hear you howling until your lungs hurt so let this be your comfort // In a strange way all in this together been this way forever

#louis tomlinson #Louis Tomlinson songs #Louis Tomlinson lyrics #Louis Tomlinson favourite lyrics #lyric speak #music speak #faith in the future #faith in the future louis tomlinson #Walls #Walls Louis Tomlinson #lyrics #Faith in the future lyrics #walls lyrics

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beevean · 1 year

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Lets spread awareness around the fandom. Thoughts on Hevor ?

Finally, someone around asking the real important questions uwu

I think I said everything I could say about it? Hella underrated in my humble opinion. I understand that Trevor doesn't interact with Hector much in the game proper, but c'mon, all the ingredients for a solid enemies-to-rivals-to-friends-to-lovers/defrosting ice king arc are there!

First of all, I will be remiss if I don't point out the amazing tension between them during their first fight :P

My good man was very much enjoying whipping the silver haired pretty boy into submission :P and he's so damn sassy, "wow you're supposed to be the scary Devil Forgemaster I heard so much about? lol. lmao even." between him and isaac being a bitch in the first cutscene, poor hec getting bullied by his bfs :(

But then he accepts that Hector really is on his side and he had misjudged him before (and in Japanese this is the moment they both switch from kisama to omae, love when it does that), and he decides to whip him into submission again test his strength to deem if he's worth of helping him, you know much like he did with his friends in CV3! And this time Hector is a good match for him, and that's when Trevor turns... weirdly passionate. Like, I'm not the only one who thinks he sounds just a little too concerned, am I? Even more so in Japanese??

and then isaac stabs/molests him because how dare he touch his hector and we never see him again :D

Well, anyway. We're left to imagine what happens after the events of CoD, and we know that Trevor was left in Julia's care after being stabbed so Hector is bound to see him one last time at the very least, talk with him. Sure, maybe Hector decides that he's done with a life of fighting and he never sees Trevor again, but he could also become an ally of his as a way to make up for his mistakes.

As for their dynamic, you have Hector on one side who is relatively the only sane man and Tired of Everyone's Shit (especially now that he's not Cursed lol), and on the other you have the King of Slaying, Trevor who is very well aware of how charismatic he is and he's not afraid of showing off :P at least think of the comedic potential. A bit more seriously, in a hypothetical rewriting of CoD, the two might bump into each other more often, and we might learn that Trevor knew about the atrocities Hector committed under Dracula's name, maybe even saw him and Isaac personally, and that's why he didn't give him the benefit of the doubt unlike he did with, say, Alucard; and Hector could swear that he really regrets what he's done and he will do anything to atone for his sins, and maybe he'd help Trevor during their travels, and the two could learn to actually trust each other and see each other's best parts, Trevor's pure heart and Hector's more noble side. Also, they were both shunned from society due to their powers, but Hector could admire Trevor for never feeling resentment and immediately jumping to help the same people who hated him, while Trevor might sympathize with Hector and commend him for eventually finding the strenght to break free from Dracula's influence.

also yeah insert kinky jokes here one has a whip and the other goes around wearing chains and tight leather pants do i really have to spell out the obvious here

In short, you do have to kind of write a whole fanfiction by yourself, unlike say Isaactor where the proof that Isaac wanted Hector is all but text :P but I think they have potential! Either as different people growing closer, or simply as rivals with plenty of UST :P

#castlevania #curse of darkness #hevor #hector castlevania #trevor belmont

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I did not realize I sent that ask to a Leaf fan blog, you're just one of my most frequently found mutuals if that one time I liked and reblogged 300 posts from you is anything before getting jumpscared by you and learning you weren't a fancy named bot and also active. Anyways. You GET my vision, don't you. Look at how sassy Leaf is in Pokemas, look at how many character traits you can pull from Evolutions (if you are a greenleaf truther) even if not...Trace calls her big sis in the japanese version and cross-canon counterpart Pokespe Blue and Silver are chosen siblings.....let a girl have relationships and a life with people that isn't dragging Reguri to a diner to hype romance before shashaying out is all I'm thinking. Have you read "The Ash Connection?" It may be an acquired taste to some people but gosh I'm always shaking the screen over Lance and Leaf's relationship there like UGHHH. Mentor-Mentee relationships I tell you. Agatha telling him that if he makes an exception for one, then he has to for all after learning how some kids fall into Team Rocket and all the messy stuff there and Lance, gruff as he is, still caring sm, and being shooketh when he meets kid Leaf and her words reflect a rocket grunt's situation sm, and taking her as a student and owjihsnj her being so smol in his giant chair and reading big books and telling Steven she's a g-men agent too and him being all?? yo?? when did we induct pre-teens here?? you're literally 10? and Lance going "just turned 11 actually" and Steven being like...that is not helping your argument. they are SO silly pls, PLSSS. and even though im OOF at Silver and Leaf not getting along they are still fun because whoop whoop they ran into each other at Lake Rage where Silver had his "btw G-Men guy you might wanna watch the lake" and then dipped from TR to run away moment while ALSO going "oh I see. so the G-Men also take kids in like TR" moment which causes a "oh that kid was YOU" realization years later and a fight of "when you ran away from TR, you feared for your life. I'm fearing for my happiness" bc Leaf getting dragged along with Ash Shenanigans and straying from the plan means Lance may be TICKED with her and kick her out and cue lots of insecure "oh. he deactivated my card. im fired fr..." and Lance going "actually no, I did that to protect your identity in case we had a data breach. which we did." and his Serious Walk Talk about how "*insert lots of names* would be if so and so didn't step in"* and that's why he kept her and mild 😅 over how "in some ways, you are like me" but also be better. and then the symbolism of her backing away until she stood at the tip of his shadow. and also just how much Lance keeps reading into her schemes and actions and Leaf being annoyed by it but also when she finally gets a sneaky ;) "I did wonder if he ~ could ~ call a draw. checkmate I win ;D" to drop the pieces so the Indigo title gets split in half. like THAT IS MY LEAF. also when Unova Guy Dad told Lance "is she your student or your child" and "do not make the same mistake as I did with you" like HELLO??? and Lance on the plane learning she got hurt and just leaning an arm against the plane and all the Champions in the room are like "yo?? that's sm emotion from him..." meanwhile fandom is like "god forbid women be complex, or let teenage girls have confusing feelings to work through and be children" I gotta do everything myself around here le sigh. and that wonderful OP who wrote that fic of course. sorry I dunno if you'll even read all this but I had to blab.

we can write a wholeass essay in asks now?????

#anon i was out the whole day yesterday #and i slept half a day today #and when i saw this i only cupped my mouth #ask #anon

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nexuskrp · 6 months

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We are pleased to introduce LEE YUJUN, a twenty-five year old BETA MALE originally from LOS ANGELES, UNITED STATES. If it wasn’t for the smell of BROWN SUGAR & FRESH RAIN that clings to their skin, you might mistake them for the famous idol, Kim Seungmin. I last ran into them GRADING PAPERS IN HIS OFFICE not too long ago and they’re known for being SYMPATHETIC and METHODICAL. That said, you need to watch out for when they get SELF-INDULGENT. Anyway, I’m sure they’ll make a great neighbor!

BACKGROUND:

born and raised in sunny los angeles, (a by-product of a one night stand between his alpha father and an unknown female) yujun and his twin sister were raised with silver spoons in their mouths.

as long as he could remember, his appa (daxton) had stayed home with he and his sister while their dad (august) provided financial security for their little family.

despite the fact that his dad ran a major tech conglomerate, yujun never felt like he was an absent parent. their borderline neurotic morning ritual of family breakfast continued with all four of them regardless of the time difference between california and any other part of the world.

yujun's childhood dream was to be an astronaut, his childhood bedroom decorated with glow in the dark stars that his parents helped him put on the ceiling in a scaled down replica of the sky. unfortunately that dream came crashing down when he found out that nasa disqualified pilots based on his frequent migraines. it was a pretty easy switch to aerospace engineering from there.

when yujun and yunji were sixteen, they decided they were going to do their secondary education in korea, using the excuse that they needed to "rediscover their heritage after being born and raised in america," and when they graduated high school as double valedictorians, it was a family affair to move the twins halfway across the world.

as a child, yujun never shied away from making new friends, always eager to talk to whoever would lend their ear for his tiny ramblings. as he got older, he didn't so much as withdraw as he did get pickier in allowing friendship to blossom.

has a laundry list of extra curricular activities and sports that filled his primary school afternoon and evenings. the only thing that stuck long term was cross-country track and music. these days, yujun still participates in a bi-annual marathon through busan, and can still play the piano, the guitar, and the drums.

#nx accepted #kim seungmin #stray kids #nxleeyujun

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crazybigredlove · 1 year

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23rd September 2013

Dear Pete,

First day back at work, handbag is still in my hand, and Miranda calls to me from across the room. Present less than ten seconds and I am already being summoned into her office.

"Olivia! Oh, you're back! Come!" Stomach rumbling with fear and with a hesitation in each step, I make my way there. Michael from marketing gives me an encouraging gesture and smile, but it just makes me feel more like I'm treading the path to my doom. "How're you feeling? How was the break? Are you feeling settled?" Hawk-eyes drill in on me but the lines around her mouth have formed little peaks of concern. "I'm fine, Miranda. Really. Needed a little time out, but I'm feeling fresh and ready to get back into it." "That's excellent to hear because I want you to write the feature this month." "What?" "Well, now that Holly is gone we need someone to take over the main piece and you'd been saying that you wanted to branch out from the health and fitness articles. Now, before you stress, it is just one piece. I'd still like you to do the fitness pieces. I'm not expecting you to double your workload your first week back. This is a trial. I need to know you are up to the challenge before we talk about something permanent."

Understand that we're not exactly smashing down walls here. I mean, this month's piece is going with the working title of Escaping Your Emotionally Abusive Relationship. Don't laugh. The Universe and irony, right? While I have been selected from a pool of only me to write the extra piece, I'm not quite at the point where I'm allowed to choose my own topics or cover anything that might lead to someone accidentally mistaking me for a hard-hitting journalist. If you turn your head to the side and squint it's almost exactly the same as a promotion though, so I'm going to take it and bask in the glory of having a byline.

Work is on the up! I think...?

Andrew is at serious risk of being torn to pieces by a very angry and scorned Olivia. Two words: Speed dating. It's 2013 FFS! Has anyone even done speed dating since 2004? Andrew seems to think so, but maybe it's bigger in the gay community? Anyway, calls by tonight telling me we're going out for a lovely dinner and maybe a glass of wine or two. Sounds delightful seeing as I still hate the world for not bringing Big Red or The Czech back to me and as yet Christopher has not purchased a new Apple TV or given me my DVD player back. Also, my path has yet to cross with a Franco, so dinner with Andrew really does sound like a nice way to fill the time till those things happen.

Stupid Olivia.

"Andrew, I thought you said we were having a quiet dinner?" There are at least thirty men in the crowded bar, all milling around with a drink in their hands. That wouldn't be concerning on it's own, but the fact that they're all wearing heart-shaped name tags is ringing some alarm bells. There are only a quarter as many women, and they uniformly clutch a purse in one hand and a glass of very pink champagne in the other.

"Trust, Olivia. Trust." He steers me towards a fold-out table decorated in cupids and hearts with a big 'Speed Dating Sydney' banner above it, and it's all a little too kitsch for my gag reflex. If there's an occasion that doesn't scream a need for silver and blue balloons it's definitely speed dating.

"Hi! Are you both registering?" A buxom blonde appears and I instantly narrow my eyes at the clipboard she's trying to hand to m, but also at her immaculately groomed eyebrows. Honestly, those are serious power brows that would definitely require round the clock landscaping by some seriously dedicated artists.

"Why?" I retort, maybe a little too rudely. "Which part of me is it that screams that I'm so single I have reached the point of desperation where only speed dating can save me from my ever- growing family of cats?"

Laughing nervously she tosses her hair and looks to Andrew for support. "Well, I mean, you're here so I just thought-" "Oh you just thought? You just thought that because I unknowingly stumbled into this bar, that clearly I'm needy and dateless and am resigned to attending functions in bars full of desperate people to have any chance of finding a half-decent guy?"

"I, I didn't, say that," she stammers as her eyes plead with Andrew. A swift kick cracks my shin. I glare at him before directing a fake smile her way. "And if you thought that you'd be absolutely right. Where do I sign?"

I wrote my name down and took a seat, but not before threatening to never speak to Andrew again if he so much as had a even a momentary thought about leaving my side.

"Really, Olivia. With the way your taste in men has developed over the years, you don't really think I'd let you do this unsupervised, do you?" He took a seat next to me. "Seventy-eight percent of the time you don't even realise they're hitting on you till they've got their tongue down your throat, a hand up your shirt, and they've made plans for you to meet their mother."

He has a point.

The top contenders:

Scary computer guy who most definitely lives in his mother's basement and may or may not have a torture chamber. Not the kinky kind, the scary kind.

Normal looking guy who just couldn't talk to me. Got so nervous and embarrassed that he kept putting his sunglasses back on despite the late hour, forcing Andrew to eventually reach out and snatch them from his face, declaring, "For God's sake, man! Look at the girl!"

Ridiculously good looking guy. Andrew took one look at his cuticles, declared him too rough to touch me and scooted him out of there. I miss him already.

Your friend Gary. He says "Hi!"

Very tall, very wired guy. May have been on speed. Chatted incessantly until the buzzer went off and even then had to be encouraged to move along. Scratched his arms a lot and was displaying behaviours consistent with hypervigilance. We kept a little extra distance.

Tea Bag guy. Yep, the Tea Bag guy. No, that wasn't awkward at all... Had a brief discussion about how each other have been before he leaned in close, took both my hands in his, and asked what it was he'd done wrong as he was keen to correct it so that we could have another try. Spent entire three minutes fighting the urge to undo his top button so that he could actually breathe freely.

Very, very cute guy who was completely uninterested in me and who did not laugh at a single one of my hilarious jokes. I am as confused as you are. Remembering now why speed dating died a quick death all those years ago. In some deranged way I guess it was kind of fun, but mostly in a 'laugh about it in ten years time when I'm married' sort of manner. Now that I'm home I just feel lonely again. It wasn't like they were a completely hopeless group of men, it's that I remember the chemistry that I had with Big Red, The Czech, PT Patrick, etc, and it was there right from the start. Why should I settle for something less than that? Was that a once (twelve times?) in a lifetime thing or something that I should always be aiming for? Am I asking for too much that in the first five minutes I want to feel torn between knowing everything about them and ripping their clothes off? It's raining tonight. It seems relevant because I think it should always rain on days like this. It's cruel when loneliness is setting in and the sun is shining. The frustrating thing was that I wasn't even feeling lonely till I got dragged out to meet someone and nothing eventuated. Irony is a cruel mistress.

Liv x

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catwoman-from-the-moon · 2 years

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Say you will.

What you'll find next isn't a drabble, or a oneshot, or a book, frankly, I wouldn't know what else to call it other than an open letter, still, I had to do it. If someone likes to answer it in the name of Eddie it would make me very happy and if not, I'm still reassured that I put this out because even though I've read incredible works of fiction about Eddie, I can rarely identify myself with the characters because well, it wasn't my experience to be able to go to prom, or feeling pretty, having friends and everything else, but I don't think we misfits don't deserve an Eddie. I think he would be able to see all that we are capable of giving, if only we managed to come out of our shell and get his attention.

English is not my first language, I'm sorry for the mistakes.

Warning: none.

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At the end of the day, Eddie opened his locker to leave all the notebooks that soon he would never have to hear from again. However, between the cracks of the door there was an envelope stuck that someone had managed to insert during the last hour because he was sure that it had not been there before. The envelope was handcrafted on black foil and his name adorned the front in silver letters, making it look like a band logo. He quickly put the envelope in his vest and left the school thinking about what that letter meant and who it could come from, while he played with the tip of his tongue between his lips.

Hey, hi. I hope you know who I am. I'm y/n, I just moved to Hawkins this year and we are on the same English class. I sit at the last row, the last chair, next to the window.

We haven't talked much all year, except for that time Heather pushed me in the hallway and all my books fell out. You were the only one who helped me collect them and when you saw that among them was the Lord of the Rings, you started giving a lot of quotes from the book. I'm sorry I just laughed and didn't have the courage to talk to you more. I don't know, but what you did is important to me.

I think out of any other little conversation we've ever had, nothing has been more important to me than the morning I walked into my locker and someone had written weirdo on it. I swear to you that I could have abandoned everything at that moment, if you hadn't come at that moment to tell me that you had already earned the nickname of freak in school, and you weren't going to accept competition. fuck, suddenly just that comment made everything less important.

So, I know you're finally graduating this year and you probably want to take a chance on inviting Crissi to prom. I may not talk much, but I know what's going on around me and well, maybe noticing how you looked at her, also discouraged me from approaching you. Anyway, what I want to say is this, I'm not going to prom. Even if I had managed to make friends this year, I wouldn't be able to buy a dress, shoes and all that princess stuff, still, and if suddenly you don't feel like putting on a suit to go listen to Madonna, I have a plan. Close the junkyard, where the Wheelers used to live (ask Dustin, he know where), well there is my house, and you know? We have the greatest back yard...I mean some might call it part of the woods, but I think they are just jealous. Anyway, my mom helped me clean it, and when we moved, we found the most amazing amount of Christmas lights, and electrical extensions that have aloud me to decorate the back yard, also, I managed to make myself a skirt and, well, Mom always has alcohol at home so...I don't know, if you feel like having a different kind of prom I promise we can take out the tape player and play Maiden as loud as we want. I know that maybe it is not the dream date that you are waiting for, but maybe you will see, that it is not such a bad option.

I'm sorry if my English is not the best, in the end I passed the exams by cheating.

Could you send me your answer with Dustin? If you're not coming, I'd rather not get my hopes up uselessly.

Y/n

P.S. I tried to write your name in the metallica font, but it seemed too plain, so I switched to the Motorhead one. it looks wiked I hope you like it.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader

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chrisrin · 2 years

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The Infinity AU

hello hermitcraft enjoyers! i am here dropping some work i’ve begun doing on an AU idea. i am warning you all, i am not a writer and this is not what i typically do so I apologize for any of my mistakes.

it still needs to get fleshed out a lot, so i’m very open to ideas/asks about it to get the ol’ brain going.

Here’s the context/basic overview:

Do you remember the Infinity Snapshot? If not, I’ll give you a rundown. It was a 1.16 snapshot made as an April Fools joke. It allowed you to use a specific bookshelf to get books that could be thrown into a portal to make it transport you to a completely new and randomized dimension. Every dimension was different, and all of them were weird and absurd twists on regular Minecraft. The blocks would sometimes be different, the mobs would be different, etc. It was a very wildly fun “update”.

This AU revolves around that Snapshot. The idea that somehow, in some way (maybe by the demands of some certain... Watchers) this snapshot snuck its way into Hermitcraft. These books started appearing around various places. In this “section” of the AU, we follow Doc, Ren, Grian, and Impulse. Doc comes across one of these books and it’s written in this scrawling Galactic text. Grian is the closest person Doc knows who can read Galactic fluently, so he goes to find him. After they have a brief discussion, they decide to go find Xisuma and ask him about the books. The two of them do a thorough days-long investigation and find X to be completely missing from the server. Even after talking to the other Hermits, it’s concluded that X has vanished. Somehow (I’m not sure how yet), Grian, Impulse, Doc, and Ren figure out that the books can be used on portals, and find themselves heading through to the other side, hoping that whatever they might come across will lead back where Xisuma is.

I have other ideas swimming around, but that’s all the context you need for this little blip of writing! Again, as a warning, I’m not really a writer so this isn’t my specialty. BUT, I do want to make art concepts for this AU in the future. Anyways, enjoy my stuff:

Impulse’s vision blurs as the world around him shifts. With portals that enter the Nether or End, the transition would feel smooth. A clear gradient from one atmosphere to another, never too abrupt to feel uncomfortable. This was a very different feeling. The air itself felt like static, glitching and spiking into sensations on his skin. One second, it was hot and the next it was below freezing. His being felt disjointed and awkward, too fluid but simultaneously too stiff. It was paradoxical and wrong. And it all happened a split second too soon when suddenly he was sent flying out the other side, landing face-first into a floor of blue sand.

Impulse let out a low wince as he raised and rubbed his head. He heard the collective groan of the others around him, a final vwoop of the portal as Ren was the last to stumble through. The blue sand… or maybe it was concrete? No, he knew this texture. It was definitely sand. Too fine to be the powdered concrete material he was familiar with. The hue was a deep indigo blue and seemed repelled by his skin. Sand would normally get in all the wrong places and stick like hell, but this stuff acted like it was eager to get off his body. Impulse came to his feet, his vision was still swimming a bit but he was able to glance at his surroundings. They had come out from the portal into a cave, lit wall-to-wall by cracks of shining silver veins. The cavern itself was fairly small and narrow, forking off into split paths. He didn’t see a way up in view.

“Is everyone alright?” Impulse asked, turning towards the other three.

“Yeah, everything is fine here.” Doc replied, brushing himself off as he stood. Similar nods and noises of approval came from both Ren and Grian.

“Where are we?” said Grian, he wandered over towards the cave’s wall and gently touched the shining veins, “this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Doc hummed thoughtfully, “It seems like that book took us to some new realm. Like another version of the Nether or End. We did come through a portal, and the portal’s color was different after we tossed the book into it. Maybe that had something to do with it?”

“That might be true, but I hadn’t heard a single word about a new realm or anything like that in development.” Impulse remarked, “And I’m sure X would’ve said something before any sort of server update. Surely he must’ve activated something? Maybe he loaded in some sort of modpack without realizing it?”

Out of the corner of Impulse’s eye, he watched as Ren pulled up his communicator and tapped on the screen, “Uh, guys- I think we might have a problem.” He tapped the screen with a bit more concern, “Are your communicators also busted? I was sure to charge mine before we went in.”

The three others pulled up their devices, all of them showed a black screen.

Grian, with a bit of a concern edged in his voice, turned back towards the portal, “Guys… I think we should get out of here as soon as possib--”

His voice was interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of glass breaking. It sounded distorted and warped, but it was still a sound they were all familiar with.

The portal had shattered.

#hermitcraft #infinity au #chris talks #ive never done something like this before #i dont know how to tag it LOL #hermitcraft au #mcyt

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