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valentinoappreciator · 2 years

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My Heart's Got teeth

So.... I wrote something Cursed(TM). Read at your own risk!!!!

Media: The Quarry (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Travis Hackett / Laura Kearney

Warnings: EXTREMELY non-con. Drugged sex. Aphrodisiac. Breeding. Forced pregnancy (implied). Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

A/N: I do NOT think that Travis would actually do this. He's not that kind of guy, in my books or in my canon. I simply saw someone point out dark / yandere Travis, and I had a Mighty Need. You know who you are <3

If you're not cool with these elements, now's your cue to back out.

Can also be found on my AO3, TheWeirdDane, under the title 'My Heart's Got Teeth'.

“You can’t keep me in here!” she shouted, spittle and fury flying at his face.

“I can do damn well whatever I please,” he snarled back, not missing the sliver of shock in her blue eyes. Then it was gone, and Laura Kearney banged her closed fist on the bars of the jail cell, as if that would do anything besides giving her a sore hand.

As he had expected, she cursed, but didn’t let him see how much it hurt. She rested her hand against the bars, glaring up at him.

He smiled. Cold and dark, like his eyes - without end and without beginning, you could lose yourself in his gaze.

“Behave, and do as I say, and maybe I’ll let you out early for your good behavior.”

“Fuck you!”

That idea was certainly new, but not... entirely unwelcome. Travis had simply just never thought about it before. This girl - this fucking disaster - had not only disobeyed his instructions to go to the Harbinger Motel with her loud, annoying boyfriend, resulting in more werewolf shit than necessary, she had also killed his entire family. More or less single handedly.

He grabbed his baton and knocked it against the bars, purposefully missing her fingers with only an inch or two. She didn’t move.

“Poor aim for a sheriff,” she growled.

Perfect.

Travis pretended to miss again, only to smack the baton hard against her fingers when she didn’t expect him to, making her curse again.

“That’s one point for bad behavior. And who knows what that will get you.”

Again, a sliver of cold fear flashed in her eyes, but then she had covered it up with defiance and anger.

“You can’t do anything to me. That would be illegal, and it would be abuse of power.”

“You know what else is illegal, miss Kearney?”

A beat of silence that she didn’t dare try to break.

“Murder. I don’t think the sheriff will take kindly to you killing his entire family. Anyway,” he said and banged the baton loudly against every single one of the bars as he stalked towards the exit, not taking his eyes off of her for even a second, “lights out in ten. Better get comfortable.”

There wasn’t much, if anything, for Laura to do in this hell hole of jail cell. There was an uncomfortable bed, so she didn’t get much sleep, and there was an old, sad excuse for a toilet in the corner. Not very inviting. The sink was in much the same state - worn by time and usage, it had minor cracks everywhere, and the water was always freezing cold.

A single window far above her ‘bed’ allowed for the sun and moon to illuminate the poor holding cell. It was barred up, and besides, it was high enough above that she couldn’t reach it, even if she stood on her tiptoes on the firm mattress.

This sucked.

She didn’t even have Max for conversation. God knows where he was. He could be a bother, and he could be dull and boring, but at least he would be better than letting the thoughts and fears fester in her head, becoming big, puss-filled wounds, with scabs that hurt to pick at.

It was just her in here.

She had no sense of time, and only Travis’ punctuality when it came to breakfast, lunch, and dinner helped her make sense of what time of the day it was. An actual date, though? Forget it.

So much had happened in such a short span of time that Laura had simply lost her sense of time. She could have been in here for a week, or for a month. Technically, it couldn’t have been an entire month yet, because she hadn’t had her period yet. She loathed the thought of having her period in this hell hole.

The way she saw it, she had two options.

One, ask Travis for menstrual products. The mere thought was mortifying.

Two, become a free bleeder and bleed on everything in the cell. That wasn’t a super pleasant prospect, either.

Thus, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

***

Days passed by, and they were all painfully dull and similar, until one day, when Travis served her breakfast.

He put the tray on the ground as per usual, but unlike usual, he stayed and watched her grab the tray, pulling it towards herself.

“What are you looking at?” she huffed, poking at her food with a finger. He didn’t give her cutlery. Not even a plastic fork. It was ridiculous!

“Stand up.”

“What for?” she asked, trying to sound bored.

“Stand. Up. I won’t ask again.”

Not in the mood to have him use force, Laura stood up and stuck her hands through the bars so he could handcuff her, as he always did when she had to exit her cell. Why would she have to leave, though? Was it shower day already?

His hands were strong and rough as they secured the handcuffs around her wrists. The silence was tense and charged with something, as if Travis wanted to say or do something. It made the hair on the back of Laura’s neck stand up. His eyes were intense, and she had to look away by the time the cold metal sat snug and tight on her wrists.

“Open your mouth.”

“What for?” she repeated, this time taken by surprise. “So you can poison me?”

He smiled tightly.

“Trust me, as much fun as it would be to feed you rat poison, I can’t. Abuse of power, remember?”

“Fucking dirty cop,” she growled.

“And if I was? What then? You’re all alone, no beloved boyfriend to call me names,” his eye twitched slightly, “no-one to collect evidence that you’re not making it all up. You have no-one left here, miss Kearney. It’s just you and me.”

“Don’t call me that,” she spat, anger flaring in her eyes despite a growing fear settling in her stomach. He was right, and he knew it. There really was no stopping him if he decided to murder her. He was bigger and stronger than her, and he had the upper hand. Not only was it his precinct, meaning that he knew the ins and outs of the station way better than she did, but he also had her in cuffs.

She was, quite literally, at his mercy, and she hated it. There was nothing she hated more than not having another option, of being caged in.

“Open,” he ordered again.

They stared into each other’s eyes, until the intensity became too much for her, and Laura reluctantly opened her mouth, fear making her heart beat a thousand times faster than usual. It made her queasy, made her breathing come faster.

Leaning her head slightly back, she couldn’t see what he put in her mouth, under her tongue, but it was rounded and rather small. Didn’t taste of anything. Wasn’t rat poison supposed to taste like shit?

She frowned slightly.

“Close.”

With a frustrated roll of her eyes, she closed her mouth, and stared back at Travis who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.

His lips pursed in a smile, and he looked far too smug about the situation.

They stood like that for entirely too long before Travis removed the object.

“Good girl.”

Laura’s stomach churned, and she instinctively kicked out at him, but only hit the bars. Then she looked down at what he had stuck in her mouth - it was a thermometer.

“What the fuck are you doing, taking my temperature?”

He sent her a look, undid her handcuffs, and left without another word.

The idea hadn’t left his mind since he had formed it. There were a million ways to torment Laura Kearney - he could starve her until she was delirious and willing to accept any deal he proposed. He could taunt her with - made up - news about her idiot boyfriend - surely she would want to know how he was doing. He could look at her while she showered. Maybe even comment on her. He could talk sweetly to her.

Really, the possibilities were positively endless.

Yet, he had found an idea that would make him very happy, and would make her very miserable. It would bring them closer together, in the way that only sweaty intimacy could.

It was perfect.

When Travis looked at the thermometer, he nearly threw it across the room, before he reminded himself that it could take a few days more until she was ready. It was okay. Everything was going according to plan. A few more days, and he could bring the plan to fruition.

He continued to take her temperature every morning - making her more and more confused - until one day, her temperature was higher than normal.

She was ready, whether she knew it or not.

With a new spring in his steps, he prepared her lunch and walked to her cell.

She lied on the bed, back to him, curled in on herself. Was she in pain already?

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” he said flatly, banging on the bars with his baton. Laura shuffled a bit, groaning loudly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My stomach fucking hurts, asshole,” she groaned. “What the fuck did you put in my food?”

“Whatever it was, clearly not enough. Do you want lunch or not?”

“Not.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He put the tray on the ground and unlocked the cell. With one hand on his gun - there was a good chance she was faking pain again - he walked over to her. Something stirred inside him, and suddenly, he was the one with the higher-than-average temperature.

“Stay the fuck away from me, you creep,” she snarled, twisting her neck to send him a venomous glare.

“Careful you don’t use your entire quota of curses in one day, young lady,” he chuckled, and when he touched her shoulder, she lashed out at him. Her nails swiped at his cheek, leaving red lines, but Travis couldn’t care less.

She was weakened and in pain - he had the upper hand. He could do whatever he wanted to and with her.

The thought made warmth slither through his veins, and he grabbed her shoulder, turning her on her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, trying to appeal to her and get her to say what caused her this great agony.

“It’s my fucking period!” she then snapped and sat up, pushing him away with a foot to his shoulder. “I’m bleeding out my fucking pussy!”

He knew she was trying to fluster him, make him feel awkward or maybe even ashamed.

“I know what periods are. I have a niece. Well. Had.”

“Then you also should know to leave a woman alone when she’s on her period!”

Travis swallowed hard to avoid drooling. He almost spoiled his plan by letting his mouth run away with him, but managed to silence himself.

“I have some painkillers. Do you want them or not?”

It was a lie, of course, but she didn’t have to know that. It was impossible to distinguish his aphrodisiacs from pain killers, anyway. She would never be the wiser.

She groaned and attacked him again, but it didn’t require much effort to avoid.

He sighed loudly, dug his hand into his breast pocket, and found two pills.

“Here. I’m trying to help you, for Christ's sake!”

“By poisoning me? Yeah right!”

Sudden anger flared in Travis’ chest, and he couldn’t help himself when it seemed like Laura wasn’t going to comply - he grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open and placing the two pills on her tongue, then closed her mouth.

She tried to say something - probably more curses and filthy words - but Travis only let go when she visibly swallowed.

“Good girl. Now, open.”

She glared at him, but opened her mouth nonetheless, sticking out her tongue. Travis lifted it to check for the pills. No sight of them under her tongue. He looked into her mouth, checking her cheeks. No sight of them there, either.

“Good girl.”

“What did you give me?” she asked, and for the first time since he had imprisoned her, there was fear in her voice. It made his insides warm and fuzzy.

“Something to relieve the pain.”

It wasn’t lying, it was... twisting the truth a bit. Just a little. Her pain would be relieved, that much was true, but she didn’t know about the side effects of getting insatiably horny and needy. And she didn’t need to - it would become apparent soon enough. That would maybe be painful in and of itself, but her period pain would be forgotten.

It made a diabolical kind of glee settle in his stomach, and he sat down next to her. She immediately put some distance between them, after having eyed the gun in his holster.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed.

“Don’t worry. In a minute or two, you’ll be begging me to.”

“What? Did you hit your massive forehead against the door frame or something?”

His eyes twitched. Just another insult. Just another piece of verbal abuse thrown his way. He was used to that. His family hadn’t exactly been kind to him, his ma least of all.

He was secretly grateful that she had eliminated them. However... family was important.

Instead of answering, he simply folded his hands in his lap and looked at her, lips pursed slightly.

Waiting.

He knew it was wishful thinking, but it seemed like she was getting more flustered the longer his gaze lingered on her.

“Stop looking at me like that, you creep,” she mumbled, stealing glances at him every now and again.

“Like what?” he asked politely.

She didn’t answer.

Minutes passed, and he could see her skin turn more and more pink. She tugged at the front of her shirt repeatedly, as if trying to bring fresh air to her skin. Her breathing came faster. Sweat started rolling down her face. Not a lot, but enough that her skin got clammy.

“What... what did you give me?” she asked shakily, looking at him with fear in every line of her beautiful face. Her pupils had dilated, and her cheeks were slowly turning a gorgeous shade of crimson.

“Nothing that will last.”

“No, Travis, what did you give me?” she sounded legitimately scared, and it did nothing but fuel the fire crackling in his belly. It was also the first time she had used his first name. Admittedly, it made him throb in his pants.

“Lay down. That will help it pass faster,” he lied, the words heavy on his tongue, and he looked hungrily at her as she obeyed him, a faint whimper ripped from her throat. He swallowed heavily again, putting a hand on her naked knee. She was wearing the same shorts and t-shirt. They could probably use a wash.

She whimpered again as he stroked her knee and thigh. Her skin burned, but it was so soft. He was halfway tempted to crack a joke and ask her about her skincare routine, but didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Stop that,” she growled, but the growl was weak, and the glare she sent him was mixed with fear. She was a clever girl - she knew what he had done, and what he would do.

“This the only way you can get laid? Drugging your victim?” she tried to bite, but her voice had grown even weaker.

When Travis felt safe in assuming that she wouldn’t attack him again, he effortlessly moved her so that her legs hung over the edge of the bed, and her upper body rested on the uncomfortable mattress. She didn’t protest, aside from a feeble groan.

With trembling hands, Travis pulled down her shorts and underwear. The smell of iron hit his nostrils, and he checked - there was indeed a little bit of blood in her underwear. It made his cock throb, and he let out a long, quiet moan as he pressed his palm against his erection.

He had to wait. Just a little longer...

Her skin was so soft... he was mesmerized by the feel of it under his calloused fingers, and he spent a - perhaps - unreasonable amount of time just touching her legs and hips, until the animal within him won over common sense, won over the urge to make her feel good. This was supposed to be punishment. It wasn’t meant for her to feel good. It would simply be... beneficial to the mission.

He stood up to pull off and step out of his pants, then slid between her legs, spreading them so that he could see her in all her glory.

“Please, don’t do this, Travis,” she begged shakily. There was no doubt in his mind that she would have stopped him if her limbs didn’t feel like lead.

Shame.

He didn’t reply, but instead stroked a finger between her folds - they were slick, but not enough. He didn’t want her to hurt too much.

Travis put his face against her pussy and began licking. Above him, Laura gasped loudly, and she writhed on the bed, enough that he eventually had to pin her down by the hips.

“Please, don’t,” she whimpered, even as she got wetter and wetter, which, in turn, made Travis’ cock throb and jerk between his thighs.

“I don’t want this!” she tried.

“Sure,” he grinned, fondling her clit with his tongue and making her break out into a light sob. The sound went straight to his cock, and he groaned against her, sucking lightly on the slick bud until Laura looked like she was about to reach a - very much not wanted - orgasm.

“Can’t have you coming just yet,” he panted and pulled back.

“Travis, please, stop! Don’t do it!”

Travis didn’t listen - he simply pushed her legs to her chest, lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance, and pushed inside.

Her pussy was tight and wonderfully wet, and sheathing himself in her made him moan loudly, leaning his head back in pleasure.

Then he looked down at her - her wide, fearful, gorgeous blue eyes eyes that were starting to fog over with arousal, her lips that parted so that she could whine and plead and beg, her heated skin with the beads of sweat.

She looked delicious. Delectable, even.

Laura cried out, and pitifully tried to push him away, but the drugs had taken a firm hold of her, rendering her weak and helpless. Her only defense was to try and appeal to Travis’ good side.

Shame that he didn’t have one. Not right now, at least. Not when it came to her.

“Please, this is not like you,” she whimpered, lifting her hands to try and claw at his chest. She barely left a scratch.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he rumbled, pulling out of her, only to plunge deep inside her once more, and then began fucking her in earnest.

“I know you don’t want this,” she tried feebly.

“Yeah? My cock begs to differ.”

As if to punctuate his point, he thrust hard into her, making her whimper loudly and throw her head back.

“I know you’re better than this, Travis, please!”

“Shut up, girl. You’re starting to get on my nerves,” he growled, his hands tightening on the back of her knees as he pressed her legs further towards her chest, practically bending her in half. Laura cried out and shook her head violently. She was crying.

“Let me go, Travis, please, let me go, I won’t even tell anyone! It’ll be our little secret!”

“Damn right it will,” he growled and put a hand on her mouth to silence her.

She screamed behind his hand, but it was a weak and muffled sound that couldn’t attract the attention of anyone, not even if they were in the next room.

He thrust ruthlessly into her, delighting himself on her sobs and whimpers.

He had never considered himself an evil person. He had never thought he would ever do... this. But this girl - Laura Kearney - had taken his family from him just like that, without blinking an eye. She was going to pay. She was going to give him a new family.

“You killed my family,” he snarled, inches away from her face, “so now, you’re going to make me a new one.”

#text #mypost #the quarry fanfic #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #travisxlaura #nsft #uhhhh not tagging with the tags #theyre in the warning section #anyway.... enjoy........?

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lea-andres · 2 years

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Explain Monkey Island to me. (I look at you with my autism eyes. You are compelled to tell me)

In terms of point and click adventure games, it's pretty widely agreed that Monkey Island is one of the best ones. Specifically the first game, The Secret of Monkey Island, and the second game, Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge. In my opinion, The Curse of Monkey Island (third game), Tales of Monkey Island (fifth game), and Return to Monkey Island (the sixth game that just came out!) are all also wonderful. Escape from Monkey Island (the fourth game) is worth watching a walkthrough of, but it's not worth the headache actually playing it will give you.

You play as Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate. You're running around the Caribbean (not really, none of the islands are the real world islands, but they're all fun pirate islands) going on pirate adventures. These pirate adventures are usually one absurd problem after another, solved by stealing everything that isn't nailed down and rubbing it all on every problem until the solution arises. In the first game, you are proving you ARE a Mighty Pirate, only to cross the ire of the Evil Ghost Zombie Pirate LeChuck when he kidnaps Governor Elaine Marley, the amazing, far more competent and capable at pirating than you woman you fall in love with. In the rest of the games, you are seeking a great legendary treasure, and usually trying to race LeChuck there.

The logic and writing in these games are SO GOOFY and nonsensical at times, but it's consistently off the wall all throughout the series and is just so delightfully imaginative and fun. The first game had a puzzle called "Insult Swordfighting", to give an example. While swordfighting, pirates are supposed to insult each other, and if you can come up with a clever comeback, you win the match. ("You fight like a dairy farmer." "How appropriate, you fight like a cow!" Is the famous insult that you'll hear referenced both in and out of the series. If you've ever heard that and didn't know what it was, it was a Monkey Island reference.) You battle SEVERAL pirates on the island, slowly collecting all the insults and comebacks, so you can face of with the SwordMaster. Once you finally get to her, she isn't using any of the standard insults you heard from the other pirates, so you have to look through your comebacks and pick the ones that also apply to hers. It's such a clever puzzle, and all the insult/comeback combos are so entertaining you want to hear them all.

Guybrush himself is a delight. Sassy, dad joke making, usually VERY determined and confident in himself. LeChuck is comedically menacing (I think he's hands down one of the best video game villains ever made), and all the reoccurring side characters are also a ton of fun. Stan Stanman, a used items salesman (conman) in a graphics breaking coat that we usually wind up fucking over one way or another, and Murray, the demonic talking skull hell bent on world domination but can't really do anything due to the lack of limbs (we usually wind up using him as an inventory item several times and also fucking him over one way or another. He debuted in the third game and reappeared in the rest of the games after because he was SO popular), to give some examples.

Seriously, check out how wonderful Murray is. Every piece of media can be improved by a Murray.

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...Where was I?

Seriously, check this series out if puzzle games even remotely interest you. The entire series is on GOG, and Return just came out this month on Steam, Switch, PS5, and Xbox. You don't NECESSARILY have to play them in order, most of the time they'll only just make callbacks and references to the previous games, but I would recommend playing the first two first, and Return last. I played 5 before I played 3 with minimal issue, and 4 can definitely be skipped (again, I do recommend you watch a walkthrough. The writing and humor is still on par with the rest of the games, it's just the gameplay that's bad.)

#the monkey island games

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ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm · 2 years

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Ask game! Share 10 different favorite characters from 10 different pieces of media in no particular order. Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice). Have fun! 💖

I did this yesterday but I got a few more anon ones and also from you and @saintgarbanzo so I decided to do like an unnecessary deep dive into why I love each of the characters I listed.

Draco Malfoy fanon draco is such an excellent example of the ownership readers have over text. Stories are both the smallest unit of life and the biggest most all encompassing serious thing, and that gives readers this extraordinary authority to reject either the author's treatment of a character as a person, who has evolved from a something into a someone, or to reject the story's treatment of a character in the capacity of some benevolent omnipotent force that can pick and choose life's twists and turns. the first drarry fic i read was what we pretend we can't see and that draco is just so immediately redeemed, so fully human and idiosyncratic and such a ridiculous, likeable creature, and that impression of him followed me through everything i've read since. i've dealt with a lot of placed and unplaced guilt and shame in my life, along with this lingering feeling of having done something completely irredeemable and irreversible. i adore how fanon draco shoulders all of that and how he still manages to find a place for himself, how people find a place for him guided by this beacon of his humility and wit. when i buy new shoes i go out and get them dirty right away. i prefer worn in things. like me, like draco some things are better a little dented.

Loki like a lot of people who've ever felt pretty trans and a little feral, and orphaned in any capacity, i've always loved characters who just let themselves get as close to evil and insane as their little heart will allow. i liked loki in the comics and films, but when i started reading fics, i fell in love with this fanon dimension of him that's infinitely exposed, laid bare and waiting for love and approval. that thinks he's unfixable and smarter than anyone, and is taken aback by the effect that mundane delights and mundane heartbreaks have on him. he's also just so...sparkly. like he seems impossible not to love, and he's just tiny and brave and smart and emotional, and so broken that he's ready to resign himself to the worst punishments. but he's a part of a whole, and thor is always going to be there to miss him and love him and save him and be saved by him, and there's something so comforting about a character that can only go so far alone, because they belong to some mighty huddle.

riddler he's a crazy little lonely person who loves words, hates power structures and spends a lot of time on the internet. what's not to love

will and hannibal

i love characters who can do anything. like yes nuance and good writing and complexity are all super sexy and important and What We’re Here For but i just love when one of the characters in a ship is so competent and smart and strong that it’s a little deus ex machina-y. it’s just so charming. like how fanon hannibal is incredibly strong and knows literally everything and can keep fighting if badly injured and has infinite money and resources. it’s just so cool, there’s a child reader in me that gets a huge rush from that certainty that Things Will Probably Work Out because this character is there, no matter how bad it gets. and then in contrast to this extremely exaggerated magical man is an extremely Regular Guy will, who's anything but regular - just cutting and hilarious and insightful and Over It. And despite being shown as this traumatized, snarling little creature, he finds love and chases it literally over a cliff, because there's no tiredness and terror that would be worth losing that spark. it's so romantic. i also like couples who don't need anyone else.

5. Q

smart little gay boy. my favorite thing in fic is how hardworking he is, but also that he's always like... very social and socially apt? like he's the normal person and bond is this feral old cat that he sort of tames? it's so charming

6. crowley from good omens

i fell in love with him when i was 10 and i never stopped loving him. i love characters who fight against their heritage, but what i like in particular is that his life story is the thing i'm always most afraid of - that i've accidentally done a lot of little bad things and that this path can't ever be retraced, that i've sauntered vaguely downwards. which he has, but he discovers that it doesn't matter at all, that it's still you, and your love, wherever you are. i also love people who love deeply and desperately, ted mosby and jim from newsroom and the office and those sorts of people. crowley is one of those.

7. arthur from inception

he's extremely neat and clean and uptight. i don't like a lot of characters like that, they usually piss me off, but there's something so endearing and sometimes a little heartbreaking, how much his fanon interpretations fear disorder and feelings and how he fights against it. my favorite quote from an arthur/eames fic summarizes my love of him very well: ""I've seen things," said Arthur, because the word no made him break out in hives.""

8. jay from okja

i have a weak spot for messianic righteous characters and jay is just such a delightful iteration of one of those. i love that he wears a suit because he represents A Cause, I love that he adheres to a moral code, I love that he's violent in funny ways, and how sincere he is. i love that he protects animals. i've always wanted to have a singular cause. also i'm obsessed with translation and linguistics, and he that he thinks translation is sacred, which just absolutely kills me.

9. cherry from sk8 the infinity

like loki, cherry is a part of a whole. he's also extremely intelligent and it holds him back from certain things, from intimacy and hoping for good things for himself, which i find very touching. also, like hannibal, he's one of those characters that can do anything - his presence is sort of infinitely reassuring. i also love that he's a man with long pink hair, it makes me excited to maybe one day do that.

#tag game #joyful theory

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yesterdayiwrote · 2 years

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Your replies on this tory issue are super insightful, thank you! As someone from a post-socialist country I am not fully understanding the whole background of it. But George to receive so many hateful comments for his message is disturbing to see.

As far as I know he never made any comment indicating his actual policitcal beliefs so branding him a tory seems absolutely ridiculous to me. And after last weekend he reveived so much undeserved hate for only doing his job, I am not surprised that his social media manager had enough + I guess on a post like this they really don’t want to see the disgusting replies.

And the fact that he is ridiculed for blocking these people are truly bafling to me - especially when every moment we see all kind of mental health and positivity campaigns 🙄….the whole thing has a vibe like ”stand up and do not tolarate abuse” - “oh, you actually did take action, well since I don’t like you still go and fuck yourself” Sometimes I wish these people would be questioned in real life on the things they write on the internet - I think social media brings the worst out of many and without any consequences

Sorry for the long essay 😅

Ps. Offtopic a bit but regarding the Queen, after watching my country getting fucked up by corrupt cunts from both!!! end of the political spectrum, a more or less neutral head of state does not seem the worst thing to have. I get that many people are disagreeing with the monarchy but she just died and some comments are absolutely vile

I think the biggest misapprehension going on is that support for the monarchy indicates political leaning. I can’t speak for other countries in the world with a monarchy, but in the UK there are royalist liberals and republican conservatives. This is by and large an apolitical issue (although it’s not because it has repercussions that are political as does everything these days).

I’m glad he’s blocking people because it does give a reminder that people are reading these replies and it’s not just carte blanche to say what you like. General rule should be if you wouldn’t say it to their face then don’t @ them it 🤷🏼‍♀️

The monarchy is honestly fucking weird. I understand the reservations about what they stand for and represent, historically they’ve been involved in some mighty fucked up stuff. I actually like The Queen as an individual, I’m not a bleeding heart royalist though. I think there’s valid criticisms of her but also things she’s rightfully applauded for. There’s members of her family who are awful, there’s members who aren’t. They’re all born into it, none of them ask for it so it’s easier to judge them individually on what they chose to do with that status imo? I know other people will despise them all regardless. I think it’s just about having basic respect?

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vampiricvittles · 2 years

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Wards and how they work a la my world.

Wards. I actually believe the wizards who say that everybody- magick users or not- that is exposed to the supernatural world albeit being; one of the races, the cursed, or the seeing.. Should learn at least the most basic of wards. Even that alone is enough to stop all but the highest of the food chain, and if you have them on your ass then chances are you're already powerful enough to have mastered the highest wardings anyway. That's why my first lesson here is going to be on what a ward really is, how you can go about casting it, and give an example of how it should be done along with some other examples I've seen of other's casting in their own unique ways.

So then. What exactly is a ward... Some of you may already know, some of you may have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about right now. No matter the skill level, you're all going to be amateurs tonight. Little babies who know nothing. Okay? Alright.

Wards are protections. Usually a circle. You don't need all that fancy schmancy stuff in the middle like you see in movies and media and all that. At least, not for the basic bitch ward. Those do exist, but they're only for higher powered wards. And usually only for those who can't do the necessary arrangements inside their head. It's not really based on education level or magick level, by the way. Being able to do the technicalities of magicks in your head, I mean. Some of the most powerful magick users out there rely on symbols of power to channel. It's nothing to be ashamed about. That was important. I don't want anyone getting high and mighty over here if you can't cast without channeling symbols. Simple wards though? Anybody can channel those in their head. Unless you have somebody else with you. That's a little different, but I'll explain it later.

Here's a fun little tricky bit for you. Anything that makes a circle can be a simple ward. I'm talking.. The lid of a bin, a tire, a hole in the ground. So long as you're standing in it or channeling a bit away from it, it's a ward.

I once used a full pizza to protect myself. Desperate times and all that..

What can wards keep out. Anything. Even angels. Even basic level wards, but a word of advice.. It won't keep for long at all if you're cahooting with powerful shit, so it's always good to have a backup plan. Most magick users will carry chalk with them, or sand they can spread out around them quickly. You should always have one somewhere in your house that's made of something permanent. Paint, probably. Iron paint. That'll keep the fae away too.

So then, I'll show you here an example. The lecture halls here all have a warding circle around the entire classroom. Every corner is covered, a special type of warding made for houses. It's usually not as strong as it's circular counterpart but it's one that allows magick to be channeled into it each day for extra protection. Pretty neat stuff. House wards won't repel anything inside with you, it only keeps things out. Circular wards however, will. If you aren't careful, if you don't channel with the ones with you in mind. It's very important you do this. I experimented last night, and let me tell you.. You fly very far and very fast.

[ The example goes well. Alli draws his own circle and has all the students stand inside of it, and he then goes quiet and hums to himself. In response, the circle that he had put down with chalk shimmers around the entire perimeter once. And then goes quiet. It seems like there's nothing happening, but Alli assures them that if anything now tries to grab at them all or step into the circle, it'll be repelled back. He then goes on to call over Marlo, who helps to show. He punches at the ward, and a transparent red completely blocks the punch, sending him back a bit. He'll laugh. Tell Alli he did a great job. That gets a little smile from Alli as he continues.]

Now, a ward's color will always match the color of your magick. It's different for everyone. Some magick users like to wear their color on their outfit. Doesn't mean much other than pride, really. Channeling is easy enough to do, but I'm gonna ask you practice this on your own time. You'll know you got it when the circle becomes the chrome loading symbol for a second. All you do, is think about safety. You do not stop thinking safety until you're safe. Not thinking about it is breaking the channel. Every strong hit to your ward will cause you to get a little fuzzy. It's how higher beings will break through easy. Eventually, with enough damage, even the strongest become addle brained and can't think straight anymore. This is where symbols come in. They conduit your thinking back at you, keep you going. Help you remember. Stronger wards start with that fuzz, that's a way around it.

Alright. Back to your seats. It's time to talk about some fun and creative ways to ward. Ah. We'll start with Marlo here. He uses his deck of cards to make a circle. It's.. Inefficient unless you know wind magick and have a hells of a dealing hand, but he's one of the fastest I know to ward in a dire situation. I will bite my finger and spin around, making a circle of my blood for quick casting. Couples who fight together will make the circle out of their arms and holding hands together. Fire magick users can just cast a simple immolation spell and set the ground on fire in a circle. Scorch the earth that way. You can definitely get creative with it. I always encourage finding your own style.

I'm not here to teach magicks, frankly I kinda suck at magick. This doesn't count. Wards will save anyone's life, magick user or not. I'm repeating myself because you need to remember this. If you have any questions you can ask now, otherwise.. I wanna see you all draw a circle. A small circle on a piece of paper. Get some practice in here, so I can answer any questions on channeling. It's tricky at first, but easy enough after a few times.

#post #lesson planner

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anukulee · 1 year

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Because You Know Better

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It was a simple disagreement between Loki and Guinevere (Gwen), something that was more common between the two. The avengers were used to the sight of seeing their two teammates locked into some disagreement. All of them had long learned to stay out of it even Thor gave up on trying to reason with the two. For oddly enough whenever one talked about one of them they would get defensive of each other. As everyone usually tried to stay out of their way when they were like this as they tried not to be caught in the crossfire. But what was a simple disagreement between the two of them became complicated.....

Gwen had yet another failed date with a Midgard man something that Loki was used to. Mentioning that maybe she should try and search outside of Misgard. This resulted in Gwen giving him a big eye roll and her hands crossed against her chest glaring at the god. "Oh like you know any better?"

"Well pet, I happen to know better." Loki was wearing a smirk that both infuriated Gwen and did things to her all at the same time.

"Oooh, do you? What does the all-knowing Loki know about dating?"

"I know that getting out off dates usually has one knowing more than just a few things."

"What would one know outside of dates?"

"Well if a date were to truly be of interest they would know things about a person."

"Like what?"

"Shoe sizes, favorite book, favorite color."

"You have listed do you?"

"What does it matter if I do?"

"Well for all you know we could have discussed that. Not that it would be any of your business if we did."

"Please darling we both know that I know more about you than your so-called dates do."

"Enlighten me of what you could know about me oh great god of mischief."

"Gladly darling."

"And stop calling me those names." Gwen's face went a little red in the face which tended to happen whenever Loki called her by those names.

At this, a smirk spread across Loki's features once more. "I will when you stop reacting that way pet."

Gwen let out an eye roll at this comment trying to cool down her face. "Yeah yeah."

"Now as to what I know about you. I know that whenever you are particularly invested in a media you will voice your opinions about it even if nobody is around, you tend to talk to yourself rather than be silent, and your eyes always light up when it comes to food, no matter how much you try to hide it I know words get to you, I know your favorite flowers are Irises even if you claim it's roses, I also know you can prefer comedy even if you say you love romance more, I know one of your favorite songs is Come Home With Me from that Misgard musical Hadestown, I know your dream relationship is someone who will bicker with you because it means it means no matter how much you fight you will care about each other, and I know you like Italian endearments because you find them romantic."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know you far more than your dates could ever know about you."

"As if the only you can know that is if you read my mind."

"Darling I don't need to read your mind to know you."

"Ooh, then how can you know me?"

"I can know you because I pay attention far more than you might think."

"Sure as for my dating you act as if you are any different. I have yet to see you with any long-term partners."

"Well, maybe that's because I have someone in mind."

"Ooh, and who does the great god of mischief have in mind?"

"It matters not because they would never return my feelings."

"Sounds to me you are being a coward and here I thought you were the mighty Loki burdened with glorious purpose."

"I regret telling you that."

"Well I know, so it's too late for that sweetie," Gwen added an endearment hoping that would get something out of Loki as his name got out of her. She was right because rather than say something Loki went silent for a moment. As if he was trying to process something until finally, he spoke.

"Sweetie?"

"Ooh is the great Loki embarrassed?"

"You wish short stuff."

"Ooh, short stuff you haven't called me that one in a while. You question me about my dating life, but tell me nothing about yours. How is that fair?"

"Does that matter?"

"It matters because you act as if you know all about love, yet haven't shown what you do know. All bark and no bite it seems."

"I am a god and I know far more than your Midgardian mind could comprehend."

"What would you know about love then? Please tell me oh great Loki." Gwen took a fake bow as she said.

"I know that love is a fickle thing."

"What else?"

"I know love is selfless and one could never love a monster such as me."

"Oh and is that why you have yet to tell whoever you love about your feelings because you think they couldn't love you?"

"What does it matter if I did it's my choice if I recall."

"It matters because if someone can't love you for who you are then they must be the most idiotic person in all of the nine realms."

"Is that so," Loki asked as he took a step forward toward Gwen. Gwen too took a step forward toward Loki. Loki's height towered over Gwen. Gwen's heart was beating something she was used to when dealing with Loki. Feelings that she had long learned to repress after all even if she were to have an attraction towards Loki nothing would change. She was merely a Misgardian who dared to fight back against him.

"It is."

"And if I were to say that person, was you? What would you say then?"

At that moment for once in her life Gwen had nothing to counter back. At this moment Gwen's heart was skipping leaps and bounds far more than it had been on any date she had been on. Gwen was trying to calm down reminding herself that it was probably just another one of Loki’s pranks that one such as he could never be attracted to much less love someone like her. She was a Midgardian who would only live a hundred years compared to the thousands of years Loki had left in his lifetime. By the time she died Loki would remain looking as he did now even if he was merely a couple of years older than her in human years. He wouldn’t age not for thousands of more years while Gwen herself would age year after year. So even if his voice was like deep and soothing, his looks handsome, his long raven hair so tempting to touch, his smile so sweet to see, and his personality hard not to love even with all that it was. Gwen couldn’t be drawn into it no matter what. No matter how many sweet words he said. No matter how much she was tempted to go into his arms and see what they feel like. No matter how much it was hurting her to hear how he saw himself all because of the gaslighting of his adoptive father. No matter how much she was tempted to see what it would be like to love him. It would never end happily something that was keeping her on the straight and narrow as Gwen finally thought of her next words. “Very funny Loki. But I am in no mood for your games” A cold laugh came out of Gwen's mouth as her heart broke a little.

“It’s not a game.”

“It must be because we both know how this would end.”

“How would it end?”

“I would pass away eventually and get older while you would remain as handsome as you are now.”

“There are steps we can take.”

“Loki please don’t do this.” Gwen's voice became one of pleading as she kept remaining herself not to be drawn in.

“Do what?”

“You know what. Say those words we both know what I am to you.”

“And what would that be love?”

“I’m the Midgardian that you fight with, the one who you tease for not being able to get a date, someone you could never love.”

At this, a look of hurt and anger seemed to cross Loki’s face. He took a step back. “Why because you could never love a monster such as me? The monster that parents tell their children about at night”

“No that isn’t what this is about?”

“Oh, then what is it about enlighten me.”

“Loki you are handsome no matter what form you are in whether that be Jotun or Asgardian. But you are also still the same trickster god who will live more years than I can ever imagine.”

“What if I don’t care about that? What if I were to tell you I would do anything to ensure that I stay with you? What would you say then?”

“Loki you want the throne still do you not? You can’t have that if you are with me. Surely Asgard would never accept a Midgardian queen?”

“And if I were to say I am willing to give up the throne for you. What would you say then?”

“Loki doesn’t do this. Don’t say words you don’t mean.”

At this Loki let out a loud groan that surprises Gwen. “You are truly frustrating you know. I am offering to give up any chance of the throne that was promised to me. Yet still, you doubt me I don’t know why I love you.”

At this Gwen once again froze upon hearing these words. Gwen had never heard those words, not from any of the guys she had seen in the past. Gwen tried to speak as she was trying to process everything. All while her heart was determined to leap out of her chest. “You love me?”

“Obviously how can one not love you?”

“You weren’t kidding about it?”

“No.”

“But why nobody seems to love me?”

“Why wouldn’t one love you?”

“Because I am too blunt, I fight with almost everyone, I am stubborn, and so many other reasons.”

“You tell me I am not a monster right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you are so much more than just blunt and stubborn. You are so caring towards others even me. You defended me to Stark and you saw who I was even after what I did to your planet. Were you not listening when I told you what I saw about you?”

“You might have to remain me.” A smile began to appear on Gwen as she got closer to Loki as was on the balls of her toes. Maybe she could take a chance on him he couldn’t be any worse than any of her other dates.

“Ooh, do I? Does this mean you will take a chance on me shortie?”

At this Gwen let out an eye roll. “Must you ruin the moment by calling me shortie?”

“Maybe I call you shortie because I love you. You ever think of that?”

“Perhaps and I don’t know why I am putting up with you.”

“You like me and you know it.”

“Oooh, I can’t love you?”

“Do you?”

“Not yet, but I can see it happening.”

“Can you well then maybe I will need to ensure it happens.”

“Because you know any better?”

“Yes, I do because I am a god.”

“Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Loki.”

“Darling, Sweetie, Pet, Shortie.”

“Must you with the nicknames can’t you shut up.”

At this Loki let out a smirk. “Make me shortie,” he teased when he did this Gwen got tired, pulled him by the tie to her level, and pressed her lips against his, smirking the entire time. That single kiss started the start of something new all because they thought they knew better than the other.

A/N: I have so many issues and I am attempting this. I told myself I wasn't going to write anything yet I ended up writing something. So in case nothing happens let me reveal to you all a peek into Gwen and Loki's future. They date and when Thanos comes Loki will betray him, Thanos will choose to snap Gwen to torment Loki knowing that Loki living while Gwen was snapped would hurt him more. But guess what after the time skip Loki will get her back and she will join them in eventually kicking Thanos behind. Loki and her will get married and bicker until the end of their days. I think there are two endings Gwen will become the goddess of agreements or mischief or Loki will become mortal I think the first will happen but the choice is up to you. Either way they live happily plus Odin owns them for the whole near Hela thing and Dark World. Plus the lies so yeah that is their future. Now I bid you all goodbye until the next update.

#angst with happy ending #bickering couple #bickering loki #No Loki Was Killed #No Loki Was Harmed #Ignoring Canon #No Thanos

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feb 15

a preemptive daily (regular daily will follow tomorrow)

is this what we've been praying for? on february 8th during, a chapel service on asbury campus, at least a hundred young people came forward and fell to their knees at the altar. it began a mighty campus revival that continues to this day and word has it that it is spreading to other campuses as well. has the woke young generation finally awaken to God?

we all know that God has a people He wants to rescue from this generation. only God knows where all this is heading but we know what Jesus said. "and I also say to you that you are peter, and on this rock I will build My church, and the gates of Hades shall not prevail against it." matt 16:18 no, He is not calling peter the rock but the rock is the revelation that Jesus Christ is indeed the Son of God.

the Holy Spirit is making that truth known today around the world. religious revivals and growth are happening all over the world. in sub-sahara africa christianity is growing faster than their actual population growth. and by the way, sub-sahara population growth is currently the fastest in the world.

the growth of the pentecostal growth in recent years has been nothing less than staggering. in 1970 they represented only about five percent of christians while today they number about twenty-five percent. they are projected to reach over a billion by the end of the century. that amounts to the current population of china. (of course, i don't believe any of us think there is anywhere near that much time left.) people today are tired of the old form and ceremony traditional religion has been offering. they are hungry for more. the spirit within them yearns for more of the Spirit of Truth Jesus spoke of.

some studies show that the growth of christianity is far outreaching the growth of islam. by these estimates there will be soon be three christians for every two muslims. politics and culture have been so impacted by the christian sentiment, many leftist believe the rise of a christian theocracy is trying to establish itself. (note the recent rise of the prime minister of italy.) the media and ruling elite actively strive to hide all these things from the people at large.

yes, darkness is having it's rise but even as the devil turns up the heat, God will be matching it - burner for burner. the bible says the devil will have his day. the bible also says, "those of the people who understand shall instruct many; yet for many days they shall fall by sword and flame, by captivity and plundering." dan 11:33

in recent years we have witness zealots for religion sacrifice their lives for what they believe would earn them heaven. one cannot earn something that is freely given. it had to be freely given because it's cost was more than anyone could pay. anyone but One, that is.

"I came to send fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!" luke 12:49 pockets; pockets around the world. the match is lit and soon the fire will become a blaze which cannot be contained. the church will have to be removed for darkness to have it's day simply because darkness cannot overcome light. it exists only in the absence of light. do you feel the spark in your heart yet? feed the fire and watch it grow. the Holy Spirit has a work to do in these days and i pray we all be a feather drifting wherever He blows.

how long will it be before the secular world takes stringent notice and attempts to "cancel" us out - figuratively and literally? it may soon not just be words of condemnation we will have to endure. count the costs today. decide now how far you are willing to go and whether there be any price too costly for you to pay.

i have counted the cost. whatever i have was given to me by God and i freely offer it all back to Him. "finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing." 2 tim 4:8 maranatha. even so, come Lord Jesus!

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Week 11 A Study In Romans / Servants To What You Are

June 10 2022 Friday

Week 11 A Study In Romans

Servants To What You Are

Ephesians 1:15-23 NLT

'Ever since I first heard of your strong faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for God’s people everywhere, I have not stopped thanking God for you. I pray for you constantly, asking God, the glorious Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, to give you spiritual wisdom and insight so that you might grow in your knowledge of God. I pray that your hearts will be flooded with light so that you can understand the confident hope he has given to those he called—his holy people who are his rich and glorious inheritance. I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms. Now he is far above any ruler or authority or power or leader or anything else—not only in this world but also in the world to come. God has put all things under the authority of Christ and has made him head over all things for the benefit of the church. And the church is his body; it is made full and complete by Christ, who fills all things everywhere with himself.’

Ephesians 3:14-21 NLT

'When I think of all this, I fall to my knees and pray to the Father, the Creator of everything in heaven and on earth. I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen.'

This In Him Scripture Study Started On June 21 2021 Go Back And Listen From The Beginning…

The Study In Romans Started on March 30 2022 Go Back And Listen To This Study From The Beginning…

Matthew 11:28 Find Rest In Jesus Christ Your Lord and Savior…

Mark 10:29-30 100 Fold Return…

Psalm 37:4 God will give you the desires of your heart…

Romans 8:6 To be carnally minded is death but to be spiritually minded is Life and Peace…

Millions of people live in chains not knowing that they have the key to break those chains…

Biblical Hope Is A Confident Expectation…

Romans 6:17-18 Righteous In Him…

Romans 10:9-10 KJV/NLT/AMPC Salvation…

Romans 10:13 Call On The Name Of Jesus And Make Him Lord today…

The Biblical Definition Of Grace Is God’s Unmerited Favor…

Matthew 18:19-20 I will agree with you about your prayer request…

Acts 10:34 God is not a respecter of persons. He loves and cares for us all the same…

Romans 12:3 God has given us His Faith…

Biblical Hope Is A Confident Expectation…

Romans 5:5 God has given us His Love…

2 Corinthians 5:17 We are new creatures in Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior…

2 Corinthians 5:21 We are the Righteousness of God in Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior…

God’s Word Is True Above All Opinions…

Romans 12:2 Renew your mind to what God’s Word says…

Believe God’s Word Above All Opinion…

Philippians 4:13 We can do all things through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior…

Philippians 4:19 God will provide all your needs…

Romans 10:13 Call on Jesus’ Name and be Saved…

1 John 1:9 Confess your sins God Will Cleanse You…

John 3:3 You Must Be Born Again…

Luke 15:10 Heaven Rejoices Over One Person That Repents And Is Born Again…

John 3:16 Believe On The Lord Jesus Christ Your Lord And Savior…

1 Peter 2:24 Healing…

Mark 10:29-30 100 Fold Return…

Luke 6:38 Give and it will be given unto you…

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ive seen a few sonic age charts and masterposts over the years but most of them either had some kind of inaccuracy or used uncredited fanart so i decided to make my own. its not very good but idk i tried

i didnt include Every Sonic Character Ever but i included as many as i could think of, also all of this information comes from official character profiles and game manuals and stuff like that. hope this can be helpful

(also theres even more notes in the tags (mostly regarding shadow and mighty as well as a few characters that i didnt put on the chart) because i didnt want this post to be a mile long and there was some stuff i just couldnt fit on there)

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #i didnt include any of the robots because i didnt know what ot do with them BUT i think metal sonic and belle shold be treated as minors #im like 90 percent sure there was a sonic 06 manual or script or something that said shadow is 15 #also so.nadow has been jokes about on the twitter takeovers. it was mostly them poking fun at it but i dont think they would have #mentioned the ship at all if sonic and shadow werent close in age. like if shadow was 50 why would they bring that up yknow #as for mighty: as far as i know the only media to give him an actual age was knuckles's chaotix and pre super genesis wave archie sonic #however. they both came out before the idea of the classic dimension was a thing and before the classic cast was aged down #so its very possible that mighty is a few years younger than that in stuff like mania plus mania adventures and the classic comics by idw #the same applies to bean and bark #(and possibly honey since she had a cameo recently)#uhh tikal technically falls under the immortal/ageless category too but she was 14 when she died and doesnt seem to have aged physically #so i put her as 14 #i didnt include surge or kit bc we know almost nothing abt them rn but i think they sbould be considered minors #yeah #hope you like my chart i spent way too long on it #istg this better show up in the tags i spent way too long on this and this is info people need to see apparently #bc way too many people get the ages wrong #</3

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ladyartemesia · 3 years

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

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Lando The Nosy Neighbor AU

Title: good fences make good neighbors

Summary: Modern AU based off the premise presented to me as ‘Han and Leia move into the same neighborhood and start a feud, only to eventually overthrow the local Homeowner’s Association.’

Relationships: Pot-farmer!Han/Lawyer!Leia; Farmboy!Luke/Survivalist!Din; Lando & Breha Organa & Chewbacca

This is based off a rural community in Washington which has local cults.

Lando POV

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A hippy has moved in next to the Organas.

It’s a good one, too. This one hasn’t even rented a moving truck, they’ve just come on over with all their furniture tetris-ed in on top of itself and wrapped tight with rope, blankets, and prayer.

Lando’s petunias screech for watering as the hippy throws open the truck’s door and comes staggering out, cracking his lanky back. Out of the other side comes an even hairier, even lankier person. He closes the truck door and looks right at Lando.

He stares.

It is a challenge. But of course, not one that Lando is not prepared to handle.

He points at his watering can.

Hippy Two seems to scoff.

Lando waits until he’s distracted by the first hippie struggling with the blue house’s doorknob to dump the remaining water into the pebbles under his ornamental bridge.

He returns inside and goes about his busy business, tying back the curtains.

It is always good to have someone new in the neighborhood.

It takes the hippy couple a few weeks to get settled into their new home, and in that time neither has ingratiated themselves to Lando.

The stupid one with the floppy hair caught onto Lando’s tricks at the weekly poker match held in the local bar. Lando may have lost his irrigation system, but he has not lost his dignity. It was old anyways. He’s been planning to replace it for nearly a year now. There is never a better time than the present to start making your dreams into reality.

And anyways, the floppy haired out-of-towner will get what is coming to him. Lando has already sown the seed of his demise.

Leia Organa returned home to look after her poor, sick, stubborn mother just two months ago. Breha is fine, of course, not even cancer could snuff out her fires, although she is bored of her husband and daughter trying to trap her indoors. Her immunocompromised escapades have been delightful to watch.

The Organas are always a lively group. There is never a dull moment or lack of machinations among them—especially the lady of the household. She, like Lando, appreciates a good tussle. Which is why he has pointed out to Leia that her new neighbors’ greenhouse is mighty interesting, is it not?

Lawyer Leia’s ears pricked up like a horse’s, and Breha’s sharp eyes took on new sheen.

Lando watches Leia in the mornings now, struggling to find upper-body strength and purchase on the wood of her backyard fence, among the roses and bougainvillea. She’s so tiny, Leia. Breha is not an overly large person either, and thus is no help in this endeavor to collect data on the greenhouse of questionable origins and purposes on the other side of the fence. Leia doesn’t need her, though. She needs no one. She’s seen what she needs to.

Lando pours tea from a glass pot given to him by someone in his company who wishes for their secrets to remain so and beautiful, clear amber liquid fills his cup.

He looks up to see Leia holding her phone out as far as she can without relinquishing her grip on the fence. She fumbles, trying one-handedly to document the crime before her, but alas. Even the mighty sometimes trip on the red carpet.

The phone slips. She grabs after it in slow-motion, horror filling every pore of her face.

It is gone now, that phone.

The Public Nuisances will know what she has been up to.

Lando sighs and leans back in his seat.

It is no time at all before the dropped phone is returned graciously over the white, waist-height fence that separates the Public Nuisance’s yard from the Organas’. Leia snatches her phone back and wipes it off with her hand and sleeve. The shorter public enemy, Han, he calls himself, smiles at her cheekily. He retracts his hand and gestures to the taller fence, barely visible for the fruit trees and vines, between their backyards and says something that makes Leia go very, very still.

It is, undoubtedly, a challenge. Not unlike the one that that the more polite public nuisance, Chewie, opened his and Lando’s relationship with.

Chewie has explained without mincing his words, that he and Han have come here because their last venture was lost in a snowstorm. Chewie will be damned if his precious seedlings are so callously frosted over again. The Pacific Northwest has no chance of freezing over, he says. It provides a better setting to grow stock.

Weed, he means. Marijuana. Chewie is again, not shy. He and Han make good money supplying dispensaries with their organic, hand dried leaves. It is apparently ‘artisan’ like in quality.

Lando isn’t sure he’d go that far, but yes, it is nice stuff. And yes, Leia, bastion of justice, does need to see the men’s permits.

Lando opens the window for a breeze and catches Han telling Leia that he’ll produce them if she arm wrestles him for the right to witness their authenticity. Leia agrees. Han fetches a small worktable from the house’s garage and sets it between them.

The match is over within seconds. Leia has never been so insulted in her life. She demands a rematch and, out of sheer indulgence, Han gives it to her.

He is nearly a foot taller than her. He could lift her up and over her own fence with ease if he so desired. He wins the next round. And the next one. He loses the last one by reason of having his leg deadened under the table but stands abruptly to renegade on his earlier promise.

“You watch yourself, princess,” he calls over his shoulder with his hand on his front door’s knob.

“Oh, I’ll be watching,” Leia snarls back.

Han slams the door. Chewie looks from him to Leia standing fuming in the shade of her family’s pine trees.

“Unbelievable,” she snaps at him before stomping off herself. “UNBELIEVABLE.”

Lando flicks his eyes up to see Breha’s dining room window wide open. She too, has a cup of tea. She lifts it his way and he lifts his back.

Finally, some quality entertainment once more.

Han and Leia’s hatred has become neighborhood gossip. They have begun going to extraordinary lengths to gain the others’ attention. For example, Han, in weeding his sparce flowerbeds, was careful to shove the fruits of his labor between the fence slats into Bail’s well-tended herb garden. Bail, ever the gentleman, does not mind, but of course Leia feels that her family honor has been spat upon. She collects the weeds and returns them to her owner, via mailbox. It is kind of her to put the flag down, so Han knows that he’s received a message.

The retaliation is a mural in rainbow colors commissioned by Han and painted by one of the budding young teenagers from a school about a thirty minute drive downtown. It is...psychedelic. And facing Leia’s bedroom window.

Han asked the youth who painted it to add in a figure in the center of the composition; it is a brown-haired woman dressed all in white, surrounded by thorny vines, and attempting to climb a fence. The young artist must have felt like Michelangelo in the application of those delicate strokes of artistry. They knew they were creating something holy.

Han helps that along by bracketing the figure with solar lanterns that light up at night and keep the image fully illuminated.

When Lando arrives to Breha’s side to go on a walk, arm in arm, with her and her beast of a terrier, she giggles like a schoolgirl behind her hand.

“Han is very handsome,” she tells Lando.

“He’s alright,” Lando says.

“I think he and Leia are a perfect match. Will for will. No one’s ever dared to cross her like this.”

Now that is a fact.

“I wonder if this is the start of something more,” Breha says.

“What does your husband think?” Lando asks.

Breha waves him off dismissively.

“Oh, you know. He’s convinced that Leia will kill Han in his sleep, and we will be forced to post bail, but I told him—as I’ve told you, Lando—Leia’s too smart to get caught committing axe murder. Now poisoning, that’s a different story.”

Lando wakes up and makes coffee. He turns on his computer and opens his curtains to let the light pour in and warm his hardwood floors. He stands at the window, hiding a smirk behind his mug.

Leia has had enough. She has called the Home Owner’s Association and they are standing at Han’s front doorstep.

It is about three weeks before Han and Leia have overthrown the Home Owner’s Association for interfering in their escalating romance—ahem—bloodfeud. By then, Lando’s work-from-home situation is suffering. It is impossible to focus with those two cluttering up his view with distractions left and right. He determines that, for the sake of his finances, he must direct his attention to something a little further afield.

The Lars’s vegetable stand is becoming something of an institution.

It’s about a mile or so out of Lando’s way, tucked smack in the middle of the battlefield that is the stretch of land between the survivalist cult that lives in the forest and the pseudo-Buddhists that live in their compound. The farm itself is a few acres and the Lars’s son can be seen walking around, herding livestock out of the road and into pastures.

Lando has heard whispers that this son is none other than Leia’s twin brother, but no one has the nerve to directly ask the Organas about the truth of such a scandalous idea. The most that can be said about Luke Lars-Skywalker is that he is a master of social media.

He has created a Youtube channel and an Instagram to document the practices of his family’s farm and the products they produce. He is in a twitter-war with many communities online for his videos on small-scale bee-keeping, and his family’s stand is proudly boycotted by the vegan association in the city on farmer’s market days.

It has become well-known among the farm-to-table restaurants in the city, though, and that is why Luke keeps on keeping on with his cows and his fowls and his silly camera holder.

But all that means little because Luke Lars-Skywalker is in love.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

He is in love with an ancestral enemy.

See, in this area there are not one, but two cults and naturally, they abhor and reject the others’ teachings. To the south are the pseudo-buddhist, clairvoyants who have fashioned themselves more or less as monks preoccupied with meditation, self-development, and a few fairly mystical beliefs among the rather terrifying devotion to martial arts. To the north are the survivalist whack-jobs who don’t believe in electricity or running water, but who are also, somehow, preoccupied with self development and a terrifying devotion to martial arts.

Both groups have publicly denounced the other as misguided extremists.

The rumors say that Luke and Leia’s biological father is one of the clairvoyants, and this is where the heart of the current delightful irony lays.

Luke Lars-Skywalker is in love with one of those survivalists.

Lando knows this because he has seen it with his very own eyes.

He took a trip a while back to purchase some greens from the vegetable stand and he was there for a little while, picking through the selection, when he looked up and saw Luke’s posture explode out of its lax boredom. Lando looked over his shoulder to see what Luke’s tan, freckled attention had latched onto and lo and behold.

It was a man. And not only a man, a man with a baby.

Luke stuffed knuckles into his mouth to keep from cooing as the father of the child nodded at him and meandered over to have a poke through the produce piled up on the stand. The baby, dressed carefully in layers of warm, water-resistant clothing, watched Luke right back. He smiled and grunted, waving his dark, stubby arms and Luke melted—literally collapsed into a fraction of his size behind the paystation.

The father, a white rugged guy with dark curly hair and a great deal of stubble, shifted the baby to his other arm. His worn, heavy clothing and the military-style canvas sack on his back marked him as one of the Cabin-In-the-Woods people.

Lando felt like he was watching a country romance flick in real life.

Luke gathered his courage and approached the dad and baby to ask if they were looking for anything in particular. The baby immediately held hands out to him. Luke asked the father if he could hold the little one. The father said ‘no.’

Lando nearly choked on his own spit.

“Oh, sorry buddy,” Luke said to the baby. “Daddy thinks I’m gonna eat you up.”

“He just got a bath.”

Luke gooey expression hardened in an instant.

“Excuse you. You sayin’ I’m dirty?” he asked. “You sayin’ I smell like horseshit?”

The father stared at Luke wordlessly.

“Pigshit,” he corrected.

“WHAT.”

Lando no longer needed only greens. He had to pick a cheese from this bountiful pile. Oh dear, so many to choose from.

“I said, you smell like pigshit. And he just got a bath,” the survivalist father said. “How much for the tomatoes?”

“Twenty a pound,” Luke said viciously.

“That’s steep.”

“There’s a discount for people who smell like pigshit.”

“You get a lot of those?”

“No, but I know how to wallow in the time between buyers.”

“Are you angry or something?”

“Take your damn tomatoes.”

“I didn’t pay yet—”

“Just take ‘em. Go. Go.”

“Twenty—?”

“Hey, Mr. Calrissian, that’ll be ten-fifty,” Luke said over the protests.

That was then. This is now. And Luke Lars-Skywalker has not let up on his tirade against this survivalist. Nor, it is important to note however, has the survivalist stopped coming to the vegetable stand when Luke is working it.

What is even more is that Lando can see with his own two eyes that the survivalist is not holding his baby at the vegetable stand now, as Lando closes his car door a little ways from the stand. Luke smiles at Lando as he draws near; he is bouncing at the knees. He waves the baby’s hand in greeting and the child gurgles and twists back to grab at his face.

Lando smiles and does not say anything.

He finds Chewie inspecting a sprinkler at the edge of his and Han’s yard on the way back and crosses the street to inspect it with him. It sputters. Chewie suspects outloud that their squirrels are getting stronger and more destructive by the day.

Lando asks him if he’s been the Lars’s vegetable stand since moving into town.

He has.

Lando asks if he’s ever seen Luke there, holding a baby.

He has.

Lando is smug.

“Mr. Rugged Mountain Man is falling for the farm boy,” he tells Chewie.

Chewie lifts a thick eyebrow.

“One day soon, that baby is going to go from living off the grid to living in a barn,” Lando tells him. “Mark my words.”

Chewie tells him that that is impossible without a kidnapping charge because the Rugged Mountain Man is the straightest man that he’s ever seen. Lando tells him not to judge a book by its cover.

Weirder things have happened. Han and Leia, for example.

Chewie tells him that he knows that Lando is somehow responsible for those two’s newly inescapable sexual tension and he will never forgive him for it.

Lando cannot believe his ears. Him? An instigator? Of course not, Chewie. He is but a humble spider, waiting around in his house for a fly to shake things up. He is an observer, nothing more, nothing less.

Chewie just points a finger at him.

Lando points a finger-gun back. He fires it with a click of his tongue.

#star wars #han/leia #dinluke #lando calrissian #fic #ficlet #don't mind me I'm just thinking about petty neighborhood politics

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utilitycaster · 3 years

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker, Episode 138

I think it is easy to forget that literally every episode that aired in the year of Our Common Era, 2021, has taken place over the span of *Spurt voice* eleven days. Well. It has. And, indeed, the last seven episodes have covered roughly two days.

The reason this is only about wizard NPCs is because they serve as a sort of audience surrogate in that they are nerds who don't go outside, vs. D&D PCs who see more shit in two to eleven days than most people would see in a lifetime; case in point, Essek's current state of shock. This is also making it very hard to check in with the other wizards. But also this is not about accuracy, even though I am usually right about everything. This is about...honestly I'm not sure, other than wizards.

What I'm trying to say is:

Caleb Widogast is a PC, not an NPC, and is not included in these strange statistics*.

Currently sidelined: Pumat Sol, Oremid Hass, Ludinus Da'leth, Astrid Beck, E_dwulf Grieve

Obligatory self-indulgent Vess Derogna song parody: Tomb....takers, killed you in your room, they’ll end the world soon but hey/you cult wizard, lost in a blizzard, whatever you’ve done, well, murdered, you’ll stay

Trent Ikithon: I am 100% serious that while I have made Narrative Sense In Actual Play Media in the rock on which I will cast my Temple of the Gods, if the final boss is Trent riding on Uk'otoa...I won't be mad. Like does it seem tonally off? Yes; Critical Role is not humorless high fantasy by any means** but they are not actively trying to seem like something that should be airbrushed on a van, usually. But will it be pretty awesome? Yeah.

Trent on the other hand is pretty fucking mad, presumably, because Caleb continues to leave him on read and also picked up a little something called Mind Blank, which is actually useful and not in fact No Thoughts Head Empty. With that said I don't think it's increased; I think we're just at a steady simmer.

Conclusion: 7/10.

Essek Thelyss: Okay I am a dabbler in both cosmic horror and mathematics; I enjoy many elements of both but am an expert in neither. But if I may drop the jokes for a second, how incredible is it that in this alien setting of a city that is an unwitting and unwilling amalgam of consciousnesses, with all the trappings of classic cosmic horror, two people decided to take a scientific risk with things seen as forbidden or foreign by their respective cultures...and won.

I don't know what will befall Essek and he's clearly still having a pretty rough time of it, even though unlike Caduceus I don't think he was brought to the brink of profanity again, yet; but no matter what happens at least he'll have the nat 20 of instant long rest. No matter what happens...he was right about dunamancy. Fucking ironic how much potential the dynasty is wasting, really.

With that said he does have a red eye now even though all he (and, to be fair, Fjord, Veth, and Caduceus as well) did was fight off an eldritch abomination without rolling what must have been like a 20 Wisdom save DC. Like, he (and Fjord, Veth, and Caduceus) do not deserve this. You think this man has a positive wisdom score? In this economy? (actually, he might, I say, looking at Caleb 'Wisdom Ostensibly 16' Widogast).

Conclusion: keeping him at 8/10. It's funny because he is fully on an emotional roller coaster but it's averaging out to about an 8/10 each time; it's just that he's constantly beset by horrors beyond imagination and really terrible rolls but also incredible validation of his beliefs that had so long been ignored. The man's mental state is basically a sine wave, which interestingly enough is itself influencing his mental state.***

Yussa Errenis: The Prodigal Most Interesting Man in Exandria returneth! Wensforth, play Freedom! 836 PD. You know, he should probably feel a little bit of shame, because he should know better, but also he probably does not. Anyway please enjoy the lines I had for Yussa while he was trapped in Cognouza that I did not ultimately use:

aha no don’t get your consciousness sucked into an ancient city you’re so sexy

Here am I floating in an ancient and terrible world-devouring city/far out in the planes/Threshold crests are blue and there’s nothing I can do

Making bad choices and joining the voices it’s...YUSSA ERRENIS

Conclusion: I'm going to say 6/10 but rapidly decreasing. Also Wensforth has had several days to clean the tower...maybe he just won't tell Yussa? He probably will though.

Allura Vyesoren: she's going to facepalm so long that Kima starts timing it, isn't she. She's going to get a series of messages like "hey so the Mighty Nein seem to be doing well! they freed me from the city which sucked me in like some spicy ramen when I did an astral projection...also something happened in my tower?" She's going to just stare out the window for a long moment. She is going to ask herself, much as I have many a time, what the fuck is in the water in Wildemount.

Conclusion: 3/10. Hey, at least she got some news on the Mighty Nein and the city!

Known Gem Wizard Hotsauce Lutefisk: consider: after over 35 years, give or take, in your own perception of time, trapped in a gem, you finally come across some people. Consider that one of them apparently can't resist a big shiny wizard trap. Now consider that this guy went into your +1 Demiplane of Wizard Murdering AND got his mind fully schlorped by Aeorians and yet you are still, inconceivably, stuck in this fucking gem. This is where he draws the line? At a teensy little bodily possession? What the fuck dude.

Conclusion: I'm pretty sure he's already a few large handfuls of iron filings short of a component pouch (which is to say, full up on the batshit) already but this cannot be helping.

*this will be the first but probably not the last cosmic horror and/or math joke because I actually forgot to make cat jokes last night, so thoroughly did the Nein demolish Cree. Speaking of Cree's fate...call that a Furrier Transform.

**high fantasy is a complicated distinction and the wikipedia page includes Discworld which does not seem right to me; it also includes the Belgariad, a series for which I have great fondness having inhaled the first three books while sick in bed as a fourteen year old and having reread several times, but which is explicitly written by a guy who was like what if I made something as formulaic as possible but also literally everyone is either super sarcastic or a huge moron but anyway imo High Fantasy is actually frequently fucking hilarious and a sign of the skill of the creator(s) is whether it's hilarious by accident or on purpose.

***something something Heisenberg uncertainty principle. I had a joke here but it got very convoluted and that is actually not a pun although if you understand why it could be a pun, good work.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker #trent ikithon #essek thelyss #yussa errenis #allura vyesoren #known gem wizard hotsauce lutefisk #your music this week was: moon river by henry mancini; freedom 1990 by george michael; and space oddity by david bowie

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Smiler

Warning: Flufffffffffffff Word count: 2,1k Summary: Damian Wayne doesn’t smile. Ever. So when he suddenly starts to do so after reading text messages and receiving calls from an outsider his siblings get suspicious. Shenanigans ensue. Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Requested by the lovely-dove(l)y(?) Anon again: My second request is Damian is getting random phone calls during the day where he just smiles and walks away to answer it ( it’s the reader on the phone) and everyone is really confused so when he sneaks out they follow him and meet her

A/N: Again SKSKSKSKSK So much fluffffffffffff (a bit less than the other one, but still, I think it’s fluffy), also I decided to end this with the same sentence as the otehrs one because of the similarities and because it just kinda fits I think.

Damian Wayne was never a smiler. Certainly not before he came to the manor nor after. If he ever smiled it was either through Schadenfreude or it was plainly fake. Everybody knew that: his father, his siblings, the media, his teachers, just everybody. Seeing Damian smile was like an evil omen, and you felt the urge to get your ducks in a row, just in case he’d kill you in a few minutes, mainly if his smile is directed at you. It was like having a lion look at you and fletch its teeth. So imagine how Dick felt when he had Damian smile while they were having a fight. One second he’s screaming at him about what in Imbecile he is, the next second he looks down at his phone laying on the coffee table and smiles. And not one of his evil smirks that you get when he knows you’ll get hurt or embarrassed in some way soon, or one of those fake smiles Bruce had got him to give the high and mighty at Galas, No. It was a real, genuine smile. One he had never seen before. “Damian?” he couldn’t help but try to get his attention back but found himself regretting it when instead of explaining or sharing what made him smile, he immediately went back to insulting him. The next time that happened was shortly after one night of patrol with Damian, Tim and Bruce. The latter sent the two boys home and to bed and decided he’d stay out a bit longer on his own and contact Jason if he needed help. And when the two of them came back into the cave, Tim spectated something completely stunning. While he decided to stay in the suit and sat down at the batcomputer to keep on working, Damian informed him that he’d go shower. But before he disappeared into his father’s office and consequentially into the manor, he walked over to a locker-like shelf in one of the corners near the batcomputer where they sometimes stored their phones and wallets during the patrol. He let the construct scan his hand, alerting Tim to look into the direction with the ‘blob’ sound it made when it opened. And then he saw it. A smile, a real genuine smile like the one Dick had experienced only a day earlier. Tim wasn’t able to see what he was looking it, only knowing that he had only stored his phone in the locker, but he knew it must have been something incredible if it could make Damian smile as simple as that. For a moment, Tim considered asking, considered finding out what in the world could make this happen, but before he could do anything, Damian - and his phone - had disappeared up the stairs.

After that, it started happening more and more often. It wasn’t limited to small glances at Damian’s phone and then a smile, no, now it was him staring and typing (obviously texting with someone) for minutes at a time, keeping smiling or letting small smiles out every now and then and, which stunned them the most, the moments when his phone vibrated and he smiled before leaving the room to answer it. The fact that he smiled? Almost impossible. The fact that he actually took the call? A straight-out miracle. Damian almost never answered his phone, be it over text or call, unless it was his father, Alfred or if he knew it was important and was spammed enough by whoever wanted him to answer. Now, in theory, it might have been, in fact, Bruce who was calling him - even though that wouldn’t explain the smiles - but a key piece of evidence that disputed that was the fact that more than once Bruce was inside the room when it happened. So that eliminated him as a subject. Alfred was out of the question for obvious reasons and Damian’s siblings weren’t even on the list. So who could it actually be? It had to be an outsider, right? “Maybe it’s Jon? Or Billy?” Tim suggested as he sat on the Batcomputer and talked to his siblings who were on patrol. Damian had been grounded for the day earlier because he almost punched a lady in the grocery shop and Bruce was with the league. “Nah, I don’t think so,” Steph replied over the sound of punches being thrown and a man groaning until there was a ‘thump’ and it was silent again. “Yeah, me neither,” Dick agreed, “I mean he’d sell Billy for a single cent and even if he confesses that he’s actually friends with Jon, he wouldn’t smile at or because of him to save his life.” “Right, well that’s all I had,” Tim shrugged and typed away on the keyboard while half-mindedly listening to his siblings discusses the matter over the coms. He was about to stand up, and make himself a cup of coffee when something in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. “Guys,” he smirked and sent them all a screenshot of one of his surveillance monitors, “You are not gonna believe that.”

“I’ve got my eyes on the prize,” Jason whispered happily while sitting on his parked bike, dressed in his civilian clothes, and spectating a very suspicious Damian walking through the streets of Gotham City in a black hoodie and black pants as if he tried to impersonate any wannabe robber in a Hollywood movie, the hood drawn over his face. “Anything suspicious yet,” Steph asked, he tone still slightly annoyed with the fact that she wasn’t the one to follow Damian because she was on patrol and had to leave it to Jason and Cas. “For Damian? Not really, nothing unusual yet. Isn’t the first time he sneaked out and it sure as hell won’t be the last time.” Jason watched as his little brother looked around as if he was being followed - which admittedly he was - but Jason and Cas, who was taking the roof-route, even though she too was in her civilian clothes, were careful enough not to let him catch them. “You see that?” Cas asked him and the two of them watched as Damian got his phone out, smiled a little, stuffed it back into his hoodie pocket and entered a small café, not the kind of place that Damian would usually go into. “Now that is… interesting,” Jason muttered to no one in particular and quickly gave Cas a nod who came jumping down from the fire escape of the building a few feet away from him. He got off of his vehicle and put on some shades and a baseball cap to keep himself somewhat incognito, before crossing the streets and entering the establishment himself, making sure to keep out of Damian’s sight and slipping into a booth in the corner from where he could see his brother’s back turned to him. A few minutes passed before anything happened- except for Cas who slipped into the seat opposite him in silence, and they started to wonder what Damian was doing there. It looked like he was waiting for something to happen, or rather someone if you took the untouched steaming cup in front of him into account, but he didn’t seem impatient or annoyed or any of the other things he usually was with even the smallest things. They couldn’t see his expression or his face, but he once again pulled out his phone when he received a call and even with only his backside in view both Jason and Cas could make out the bright expression that painted his face. He turned around in his seat and Jason laid his chin into his hand, elbow on the table, to hide as much of his face as possible, and Cas turned as far as possible without looking unsuspicious. Because of this Cas missed what Jason was able to see. She missed the girl that stepped into the cafe with her phone against her ear. She was around Damian’s age and wrapped into a trenchcoat along with a scarf that looked just a little bit too much like the one Damian had bought a few weeks earlier on a fair Dick had dragged him to. Back then he hadn’t explained himself, only scoffing at his siblings’ comments about it and they all just made up their own theories. that it maybe was a gift for Steph’s upcoming birthday, or that it was maybe supposed to be something to strangle someone with. The girl looked around the café and her already shining eyes got even more bright when they landed on Mister grumpy who had stood up at this point. she lowered the phone and almost jumped over to where Damian was standing, falling into his open arms, giggling quietly. “What the-” Jason muttered, prompting his sister to follow his gaze only to almost freeze on the spot when catching the sight. The girl and Damian managed to tear away from each other’s arms and slip into the booth that Damian had occupied earlier. She took a sip of the drink Damian had ordered for her and seemed to thank her from what Jason could read from her lips. He couldn’t read Damian’s lips with his brothers back turned to him, but whatever he said made the girl blush immensely and shyly turn her head away, causing a strand of her y/h/c hair to fall into her face. Cas and Jason couldn’t stop staring at the two of them, the whole scene so surreal. It was Damian Wayne they were seeing there, the ‘Don’t touch me I’ll bite off your fingers one after another’ Damian Wayne. And he had hugged this girl like his life depended on it and now, this was maybe the weirdest thing yet, he reached over the table to brush the hair out of the girls face, but instead of pulling the hand back again, he cupped her cheek and she practically melted into his touch. “Jason, don’t-” Cas tried to hold Jay back when he stood up and started to make his way over to the other booth, but he didn’t let himself be stopped so the only thing Cassandra could do was to go along with it. The girl who sat facing their direction caught sight of them first and seemed - understandably so - confused when the extremely tall man with the shades and baseball cap and the girl that she could swear looked familiar walked right over to them and stepped beside their table. That was when Damian noticed her distracted eyes and followed them only to let that look of being caught flash over his face before he quickly hid it under a facade of annoyance. He pulled his hand away from the girl’s cheek, but left it in front of her on the table, ready to grab her hand at any given moment. “What are you doing here, Todd?” he asked, clearly not fooled by his disguise, before turning to his sister, “And you Cain? I expected this from an imbecile like him, but I had higher expectations in you.” “Damian who are-” the girl tried to ask, but was interrupted by Jason. “You’re one to talk Brat, I very clearly remember the old man grounding you so guess how surprised I was to see you here.” “Wait, Dami you’re groun-” “This is none of your business Todd, leave us alone,” Damian scoffed and balled the hand that wasn’t near the girls into a fist. “Hmm,” Jason acted like he was thinking about it, but it was clear for everyone involved that it was nothing but an act, “Nah, I don’t think so.” Much to the dismay of a by now very, very annoyed Damian he pushed him further into the booth to the windows and let himself fall onto the couch-like seat beside him, now directing his attention to Damian’s friend. Cas send the girl a sorry smile before slipping into the seat beside her. “Todd? What are you do-” Damian wanted to ask, but Jason shushed him. “You don’t want Bruce to find out you sneaked out?” he asked and was validated by the silence that followed from his little brother, “Well then, I guess this is gonna be an interesting evening then, mind introducing me to your-” he seemed to search for the appropriate word, “-Companion?” The girl was utterly confused by now and switched looking over the faces of the people surrounding her only to land on Damian’s when he took ahold of her hand and pushed it like he was trying to silently apologize. “This is Y/N, she’s my girlfriend. Y/n, this idiot is Jason Todd, unfortunately, my older brother, and Cassandra, my sister,” he introduced and the eyes of everyone involved widened. “You have a lot to explaining to do young man…”

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You Like Me Not?

Pairings : Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warnings : Mild Cussing

Word Count 3290

3rd Person's POV

" Hawks. I'll ask you Nicely ok? Can you Please Please keep your distance from That New hero in your agency? That Foxy bimbo bitch what's her name again? " Y/n ranted narrowing her eyes towards Keigo who was casually lounging down on the couch with an amused look on his face.

" Now now Little Dove, I can't avoid her if you don't even know her name. But if I must say it then... Hmm" Keigo's eyes gleamed mischievously at the female in front of him as he uttered a word that made y/n go red with anger .

" Enchantress? "

" Keigo. " Y/n gave him a stern look and he just laughed at her face like it was a joke.

" Listen Kid. Looks like you gotta have another reality check. I can't avoid her because.... " Keigo paused his eyes never leaving y/n's angered face.

" Because? " Y/n growled impatiently as she crossed her arms.

" 1. We're Not even dating but here you are acting like you're MY girlfriend when you're clearly you're.... Not. " Keigo chuckled and y/n who knew that it was a fact flinched; feeling as if a million bricks were dropped on top of her head. The way he said it was like a harsh blow to the gut but she kept her usual strong expression.

" 2. We're working under the same agency so getting paired up with her isn't avoidable... Plus as her hero name states... She is enchanting " Keigo's smirk only grew as y/n's face became flushed with anger. Her eyes burning up dangerously as she gave a venomous glare at Keigo.

" And last but not the least... 3. I'm not interested in a first year kid. So chances of the two of us of ever dating is a Big fat No. Plus I think Enchantress is a lot more prettier than the average and if you ask me... I'd go after adults like her than Kids like you so stop acting like we're---" Although Keigo's Tone was indeed playful and the smirk on his face made it even more clearer. His words stung like hell.

Y/n who was visiting their agency and went straight up to his office to complain had taken in the harsh damages and blows. Yes she may be a first year brat in U.A but was it really terrible to love someone older than her by a few years?.

Apparently she was a little naive in terms of love so when Keigo saved her when she was still in middle school she fell in love. Who wouldn't? He's got undeniable charms, a pretty face , a well sculptured figure but most of all. He made her feel safe and protected, setting she never felt before so when she finally began studying in U.A she decided to pursue Hawks so it was very common for her to come by the agency. Almost everyone knows who she is by now.

So this was the usual; but it was the first time she walked out on Keigo who was still Talking.

Because it was honestly too much. After she confessed to him and started pursuing him, Keigo decided to be a Jerk and gave her a very hard time. When she'd come over to give him lunch he'd purposely fly away and call her to deliver it to a specific place but when she gets there he calls her again to either say that she was taking too long and left or he had 'accidentally' gave the wrong address and he needs her to send it on this one instead.

And he keeps doing that everytime. He even went as far as to go to another town to have her chasing him like a madman. Yet her determination never faltered. Something Hawks had came to acknowledge her for.

He sends her on wild goose chases and one time he gave her 3 wrong addresses even though he was only sitting in his office the whole time.

And if people think his wings are sharp then his words are sharper. He may be sweet to the media or the other people outside but when talking to her, his words are venomous, sarcastic, and over all it's just rude and pretty painful to hear.

How y/n had managed to stand strong until now was a mystery and everyone in the agency had grew to respect her for this but also carrying a little hatred for Hawks who purposely plays with her.

Keigo who was left in his office was speechless, he blinked a few times and even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming and when he found out that he wasn't he gave out a sigh.

It was quiet, far too quiet. His mind drifted off to y/n who had stormed out of his office awhile ago. Yes he was very much aware of the cruel treatment he was giving her but that's only because he wanted to see how persistent this girl was with her love for him, he thought she'd give up within the second time but when she never did he grew even more intrested and began testing her a lot more than intended and when he found out that her affection for him was too strong.

He didn't know what to do and began running away like a coward. It was wrong in so many levels. She was younger than him not to mention she's still studying in U.A, His job isn't necessarily designed to have a normal life and finding love and making a family IS normal, and he might die one day and he didn't want her to carry the burden of losing him so it's better to make her hate him.

But boy was he wrong when she kept coming back stronger than before. She was already forcing her way in his heart that he became distressed with his emotions.

And poof, he suddenly realized that he loved her back.

Something about her allured him to no ends and curse his animalistic instincts when it comes to mates because as much as he hates to admit it, he had already acknowledged her as a Mate. HIS mate. He can't help but be greedy and possessive of her, and the the mighty knows how many nights he had to lock himself in, restrain himself while his self control was being brutally tested on ; because with one wrong move he may have already infiltrated U.A causing a security distress, Crashed inside her dorm room , fucking bred her like a feral animal and claimed her like the pretty little mate she was.

Everytime he sees her, his control weakens and he had to hit himself and punch his face multiple times literally to remind himself that she was still a goddamn minor and he can't have his way with her yet.

She's not making it any easier for him so he developed a bad habit of taking it out on her because if his words can't do the talking then he might as well jump her bones and have her screaming his name.

Keigo groaned as he planted his palm on his forehead.

He was beginning to feel anxious. Like something bad was about to happen; something he didn't like at all.

He turned on the T.V and started reading through a few papers works but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He jumped out the window and began feverishly looking for the h/c haired girl.

" Fuck me and my Fucking Hormones... God.... Kid what have you done to me? " He mumbled but it came out as a growl instead. He was agitated, frantic and nervous, he couldn't get her out of his head even if he'd hit his head on a fucking billboard.

His eyes darting to every direction he knew she would take to get here. As creepy as it may sound but he knows every single route she'd take to get to his agency including the transportation she'd take to get there every time.

After some time he finally spotted her after dashing and flying at jet speed throughout the city like a mentally deranged patient he had finally spotted her .

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he tried to regain his cool.

" Hey Kid" He yelled out once he was near enough and he got no answer.

Y/n had purposely ignored him. His words still rang inside her head and everytime she remembered. It made her heart clench in pain.

And when she heard her name being called out by the said Male . She wanted to turn around. hell she even wanted to run to him like a love sick little puppy but she can't let him see that she was crying.

So she ignored him and began walking at a faster pace.

" Oohh~ playing hard to get now aren't we? You know you gotta try harder. A little silent treatment isn't going to have me falling for you ya know" keigo casually stated with a hint of playfulness but he knew any better; he was desperate to have her attention back to him.

God, what did he do? Did she finally wake up and decided that she was sick of his bullshit treatment? Shit now what?.

After minutes of no answer Keigo began to feel frustrated and without thinking he landed behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. only to whirl her around to face him.

" Kid---"

Keigo froze after seeing here blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He did it this time and he felt like a full blown jerk for doing this... For hurting her.

Y/n avoided any form of eye contact and placed her eyes on anywhere but him, lips quivering in a mixture of anger and sadness. She looked like a mess.

But Keigo thought otherwise though, he felt so sick of himself. The face she was making, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, quivering lips. It had disgustingly turned him on even though the situation screamed otherwise. His thoughts began to drift into the dirtiest part of his mind wondering if this face would be the reward he'd get if he'd have her under him, sprawled all over his sheets, sweaty and needy for him while crying-- no begging for him to give her more while he rearranged her guts. Damn he really was Messed up in every possible way.

He wanted to slap himself for thinking that way but a part of him couldn't blame himself because ever since she started coming over he had been so pent up it was a miracle he hadn't fucked her on the spot. And he didn't even have the guts to fuck another woman because he already acknowledged her as a mate; HIS mate.

He swallowed hard before forcing himself to speak.

" What's this? Now you're giving me a Sad and Pity worthy face? If you're making me feel guilty then it's working. I didn't think you'd stoop this low th---"

" Takami leave me alone. I don't want to see you right now, if you came here to insult me even further then just Go. " Y/n cut him off, she was unable to bring herself from listening to another one of his remarkable insults again when the wound was still fresh.

Keigo paused as his once playful stare began to change into a more intimidating and stern look.

' Leave you Alone? After what you've done to me? Oh~ what a naughty baby bird... No Never.... I'll keep this in mind when I finally claim you, I'll punish you for ever thinking of leaving' those thoughts circulated through Keigo's head as he silently stood there. Staring at her.

Y/n who was unable to handle the pressure tried to yank herself away from his hold but he had a grisly grip on her shoulders and his gaze managed to intimidate her enough to stop moving.

" Listen.... Y/n---"

" Senior Hawks! " Keigo was cut off from speaking and to top it all up he was taken by surprise and his reflexes kicked in; pushing y/n away quite harshly.

Their gazes were flung to the left where Enchantress, the new Hero in their agency was running towards them with a devious smile.

Keigo groaned and y/n rolled her eyes after seeing the pink haired female make her way towards them.

" Hey " Keigo muttered but again; he was caught by surprise when Enchantress had wrapped her arms around his while smiling proudly at y/n.

" Who's This Senior? " She asked pointing at y/n but the look on her face made it obvious that she already knew who y/n was.

" She's y/n...a fan" Keigo's persona shifted in a heartbeat and was now wearing his natural and charming smile.

" Oh? She's a Fan? Well nice to meet you. I'm the new Hero Enchantress, Say... You have a pretty face " Enchantress smirked making y/n fight back a scowl.

" Thanks " As much as y/n wanted to drop all the pleasantries and Immediately move to the part where she's ripping of Enchantress's left boob.... She can't.

So she decided to keep it neutral and gave Enchantress a small nod and a smile.

" You have a pretty face... But... Senior if you were given a chance to pick, which one of us would you choose? I wonder" Enchantress cheered innocently but her question got Hawks cornered.

She was doing this on purpose; placing him in a situation where he'd most likely fuck up and judging by the looks the two females were giving him... He can't smooth talk his way outta this. Not this time.

" Of course.... I'd pick you-- " Keigo's eyes we're settled on y/n but he pulled his gaze away from her and towards enchantress. " Enchantress" Keigo finished and The look of triumph on The pink haired female's face was floor-bash worthy.

Y/n stood in place, for a moment there she had her hopes up. Keigo was cruel enough to pull that stunt on her; giving her false hope only to bring her down and rub it in her face.

" Or course you'd pick me, miss y/n is still a kid and she's... Take no Offense in this miss y/n but Senior Hawks is a bit... Hmmm... Out of your league?" Enchantress smirk grew wider and Hawks who was already lying through his teeth was still fighting his Pride for dominance.

With a sharp glare sent towards Enchantress who didn't seem to notice only scooted closer towards him.

" Oh, Really? Ok then "

Keigo blinked at how nonchalant and uncaring y/n's reply was. He was genuinely expecting her to explode like usual but this time it's different.

Y/n was fighting back the new batch of tears, heartbreak was a real pain in the ass. Couldn't he just put her down slowly? Why is he taking pleasure in hurting her this way? Now he's rubbing salt onto the wound.

In which area did she lack in? Her face? Body? Skill? Intelligence? Now that she thought about it, Enchantress tray lived up to her Hero name. She was perfect in every angle.... Perfect for Hawks. Enchantress had a nice body, a seductive face and y/n heard of the achievements done by the Female Hero.

She can't beat her even if she tried. She's mentally, physically and emotionally drained to even give a reaction. She'd just get hurt even more.

Maybe this is a sign.

For her to finally give up, move on, shift her focus and concentration to something more beneficial.

This was hopeless and all she ever got was pain. She's not a masochist who yearns for the continuous and brutal impact of emotional pain. Heck even masochists needs a little love too.

She's tired and y/n knows better than to put herself down with her own insecurities. So she needed to make a move fast because she'll only get hurt again.

It's wise to forget him.

With a deep breath she pulled out a strong front with a genuine smile on her face as she gazed at Keigo and Enchantress.

Keigo wore an anxious look while Enchantress held a surprised expression.

" Well, you two do look compatible and you're right he is out of my league.... That's why I'll look for someone else within my reach. He's not the only fish in the pond.... I'm sure I'm holding you guys back.. Carry on with your hero duties, I'll go back now Bye~" Y/n turned around and gave them a wave before skipping away from the two.

Her tone along with her smile looked far too cheerful that it scared Hawks.

Did she just say she'd look for Someone Else?, she had the guts to say that right in front of him?.

He balled his hand into a fist, and for the first time in his life he had never felt this scared to lose someone. He was breathing heavily while throwing a mental tantrum.

" You know.... I thought you'd finally stop that bad habit of yours Hawks.... I learned from the rumors and wanted to see for myself and probably give you a hand to confess to her but now that I've witnessed it, You really are a Fucktard" Enchantress shook her head as she crossed her arms gazing at Hawks with disappointment.

" Fuck off. This was your fault to Begin with. It's not as easy as you think"

" Really? You're blaming me for all the fuck ups you're responsible for? A girl's heart is fragile Hawks... I didn't live for a hundred years buried in the shelter of naivety. Her love was true and I think you just lost your chances.... If you wanna fix it. Fix it fast because once a girl has enough, she'll leave you like you're worth nothing. "

" I... I know I fucked up but your meddling wasn't necessary "

" Really? I was getting tired of watching you hurt her. I'm a woman too and I don't appreciate seeing other men hurt a woman who clearly loves them.... I did her a favor by giving her the ultimatum to let go... Looks like she took it in the end " Enchantress chuckled while Hawks stood there, his demeanor turning darker by the passing second.

" You're saying it's better that she leave me? " Keigo muttered Darkly , a dangerous look in his eyes began to resurface.

Enchantress kept a calm expression and nodded her head.

" You're Toxic Hawks. And it's better for her to leave you than seeing her get hurt over and over again... I've been in that stage before... And it hurts more than any injury I've suffered... "

" Since you're so knowledgeable about this then why not tell me how to fix it? Before I decide to go rogue and slit your throat" keigo threatened as he plucked out a feather which turned rudged and sharp; pointing it at Enchantress .

" Hmm... You seem to Love her judging by how strongly you reacted ... But you're worst than shit in showing it... But here's a tip . If you wanna fix it then fix yourself first. Learn how to treat a woman you like as if she's greater than a queen and remember that I'm not the one who hurt her...it was you." With those words being uttered Enchantress disappeared in a puff of smoke.

........ To be continued

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