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reidslovely · 2 years

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That’s the Price (Mob! Peter Parker x Reader) (Chapter One)

Request: Yes/No

Summary: Leaving an abusive household in your early 20′s should be liberating. Instead, (Y/N) was forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger who only ever watched her from a far. Now Peter, the soft but rigid man, will do anything in his ability to make her feel safe.

Content Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical and emotional) on the part of readers father, talks of murder, passing mentions of outbursts of anger on the part of reader, reader has a trauma response nothing too intense but still be warned. I think that is all please let me know of anything I missed.

Disclaimer: This is my first time since like 2017 writing any type of mob au! All my inspiration comes from the different interpretations of Mob! Peter I’ve seen on here. My skills may be a bit rusty, but the more y’all request him the more I will write of him.

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Young girls always idolize the love story of Belle and the Beast; the idea of a strong, misunderstood man whisking the unhappy girl away from her unhappy life sounded so beautiful as a kid. All those wishes (Y/N) made as a child, to be whisked away from her miserable day to day, had crawled up and bit her in the ass.

“Mrs. Parker?”

Her nose twitched as she admired the flowers sitting on the vanity, ignoring the faint voice of Mr. Morales who, no doubt, had come to tell her Peter was requesting her presence at breakfast. A beautiful array of green, and baby blue hydrangeas sat in front of the open window of their bedroom, a form of apology from her new husband attached.

‘Neshama sheli,

Green for renewal and rebirth, blue for my apologies.

I hope to see you today, it has been a rough couple of days but we can’t ignore each other forever. We can do anything you want, my time is yours.

-Peter.”

It was his handwriting alright, capital letters where lowercase should be and slanted slightly to the right. She clenched the note in her hand, tears building in her eyes as she remembered the first letter she had received from him. Her father forced it into her hand as he explained the situation as she sat sobbing on the floor, her cheek throbbing from the punishment after she had said she wouldn’t be married off.

“It’ll be good for both families, clear any bad blood. It is your duty to marry this man, it has been a long time in the making.” Tony explained, kneeling in front of his daughter. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. “So stop your fucking crying. We have a fiance to meet. Put something on that.” His finger prodded at the red, throbbing mark under her eyes.

Silence fell over the room as she wiped her eyes at the memory, it was a terrible memory that made her feel sick. There were not many memories of her father she thought too fondly on, they all sent her into a state of sickness. The door of the bathroom pushed open, (Y/N) jumped up from the vanity as she caught the tall figure in the mirror.

“I’m sorry..I was going to come down. I was on my way down. I- I wanted to look presentable for you.” Her apologies rolled off her tongue, as Peter's figure stalked towards her. His hands dropped into his pockets, in what he believed to be a non threatening position- but he had a lot to learn.

“I’m not angry, dove.” He pulled his hands from his pockets, placing them on his hips. “I was worried, Miles said you didn’t answer. We didn’t want a wedding day repeat, d’ya love.”

His steps towards her continued, each more careful than the last. His hands lowered, settling her back into the chair of the vanity. (Y/N)’s glossy eyes stared at him, shocked by his kindness; her cheek nuzzled into his palm. Her breaths evened out, and her eyes flooded with displaced tears.

“It’s alright, Dove. I’m here.”

“You scared me..”

Peter pressed his lips together, working her through the moment. He knew what she had gone through, Aunt May had warned him of her delicate state but the vase of flowers to the wall on the wedding day sealed the door.

Tony, (Y/N)’s father, was a deeply distrusting and unkind man. Peter had watched his future in-laws at a distance for years, even when the business between the two families was at a low. He hadn't trusted Tony since the day he laid eyes on him, he remembers the first interaction very clearly. It was at Ben’s funeral that (Y/N)’s father told Peter, to his face, that he was a kid and that he could never run this business. That after Ben had died, it should have been Tony who took over, not the unofficial son of Ben Parker. However, Peter had abilities that Tony was never capable of. Ben knew Peter, though he was just freshly eighteen, would improve the empire they had built.

That day was also the day he had been told what he and (Y/N) would be one day. May had informed him that was the girl he was going to marry one day.

(Y/N) was gorgeous, she was anything a man could want in a wife. He watched her interact with his men’s children; the way she happily played games with them. Peter thought of (Y/N) interacting with their future kids, he smiled at her when she caught his stare. She smiled back, sweet and shy. That’s when he noticed the other parts of her. There was a big bruise, poorly covered on her collarbone; the mark showing from the neck of her dress. He wondered how it had got there, when her fathers had squeezed down on her shoulder followed by a daring glare. That's when he realized how. Peter wanted to prove it, to run to May and tell her what he saw, ask what Ben would do. But, there was no actual proof- it was one bruise and visible anger he saw it wouldn’t prove liable. He saw her on and off after that, never alone enough to ask what her father did to her. Not at least up till the weeks before their wedding, he saw it with his own eyes. It was time to make any sort of case that he could against Tony.

Their wedding day changed everything. (Y/N)’s only request to May was that her father was not invited- and that their flowers be red hydrangeas. Check, and check. (Y/N) had her red flowers, and her father escorted from the building. Peter had got to cradle his bride as she broke down in his arms after their vows, he felt her pain, almost as if they were connected. It didn’t last more than a few minutes, because (Y/N) hadn’t seen the innocent touch way he had, she saw herself as being restricted physically and metaphorically. Tony always told her she was something to keep the Parker’s happy, and off his back. Her coldness returned, before the vase of red hydrangeas sitting on the table went barreling past his head and to the wall. It was misdirected anger, he couldn’t blame her. She was a fragile, and shaken animal and right now she saw him as a predator.

In this moment though, the green and blue hydrangeas sat firmly in the windowsill not moving and not coming towards his head.

“Better?” He asks his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes roaming her face. (Y/N)’s eyes found him, she nuzzled her face into his palm as she nodded. She has taken a liking to him in the weeks after.

“Okay..come eat breakfast. You’ll feel better.”

Peter stood, reaching his hand out to her, (Y/N) placed hers in his letting him lead her down the stairs to the kitchen. The rest of the morning went perfectly, they talked and laughed. It was the first time since they met that they felt like real people towards one another. (Y/N) even started to allow him to kiss her, briefly, before he had to disappear into his office.

His feet were propped on his desk, as he stared out the window. Lost in thought as Miles explained an ongoing business deal with the Reid’s Hauling company; but all he could think about was the woman downstairs waiting for him.

“P- Peter..”

Her voice carried in the small room, over Miles even. Peter snapped his head towards her in a smile. “Hi, Dove.” His feet carried him over to her quickly, his hands settling on her side as he kissed her forehead. “Did you need something?”

“No I just..I finished my shower and wanted to see you.” (Y/N)’s hands held the opening of his suit jacket, looking up at him. “But if you’re busy I can..”

“No, no. This is your business too- everything I plan I tell you. This is a partnership, Dove.”

(Y/N) looked at him with soft eyes, his hand on her waist leading them back to the desk. (Y/N) nestled on his lap listening to the young men talk, (Y/N) twisted Peter’s wedding ring around his finger as they plotted out a line of attack. Peter treaded carefully around his words, not wanting to trigger anything in (Y/N); but when he looked at her she was far away.

“Miles, a second.” Peter nodded towards the door, the protege left, closing the door behind him. Peter fixed her on his lap, causing her to look at him. Her eyes glistening with salty tears, guilt building up in them

“I know you hurt, and that’s okay my love. But you need to tell me when you’re not in a good mindset. I am going to say things that might..”

“I just feel so guilty Pete, for hearing this stuff. For being here..” He couldn’t finish his sentence before she had fully started to cry. His tone was maybe too rough in scolding her, all of this was still so fresh for both of them. He held her against his chest, his hands rubbing her back as she cried, his lips resting on her forehead.

“Don’t feel guilty. What did I tell you? You’re allowed to have a voice in your life, in our life Dove.”

“But my dad, he never let me hear this stuff. Said that I need to-”

“Be in the kitchen and make the men you’re serving happy. I know, but I don’t want that from you. He was a mean man, and those are things we don’t stand for anymore. Times have changed, this is our family, and our business okay baby.” Peter held her face in his hands. “Tony was a mean, disgusting man who did incredibly wrong things to you. And even through it all, you became better than he could ever want to be.”

His thumbs wiped away the tears off her cheek, her forehead dropped against his.

“You’re sweet, kind, and so understanding. You don’t understand how badly, and how long I have wanted to make him pay for what he’s done to you.”

“Then do it..”

The words shocked both of them, Peter stared at her looking for any sign of truth in her eyes. It was all he saw, she was pleading with him. He tucked her hair behind her ear, as he reached for the phone on his desk. As he dialed the number he stared her down, waiting for any cue to stop while he was ahead of himself. He kissed the apples of her cheeks, as the other end picked up.

“Tony, it’s Peter. Yeah, yeah..listen man, why don't you meet me for a late lunch. We have some things to work out man.”

As he spoke his hand tightened around his girl, holding her close assuring her it was all going to be okay.

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ashessonfire · 8 months

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hey if your headcanon requests are still pen, could you do something with nina x reader who has chronic pain?

Nina Zenick x (Chronically ill) Reader - Headcanons <3

- Pairing : Nina Zenick x Chronically ill! Reader

A/N - Hello loves! I am back, and I have so many works almost ready to be shared, so please wait for me! Hopefully this does Nina justice since it's my first time interpreting her character in my writing. (feel free to let me know how I did ) I will be trying to post as much as I can before I move into uni, so get your requests in soon or it may be a long time before i get to them XD

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Although Nina's Grisha abilities do not mainly lie in healing, her heartrender skills are exceptionally welcomed to combat your chronic pain

Early on in your blossoming relationship, your condition is brought up during the start of a flare up

Nina is relieved, somewhat, to know she can soothe an ache, or lift a sharp note of pain with her powers

Running her fingers along your tender skin, she would ease out as much as your discomfort as possible, strings of soothing words distracting you from the process

Nina is not a healer however, and as much as she wishes it, she cannot remain by your side constantly

So, she comes up with small solutions to brighten your day, and distract you from the discomfort your condition brings you

Evidently, Nina loves her food, and would always cook or bake whatever your heart desired when your body began to throb

"I know you only asked for the soup, but look at the crust on that bread huh?"

I can just picture her serving up heaps of steaming meals and snacks, catering to your every need in an attempt to steal your attention

Another method I can picture the brunette adopting is talking

It is well known within the crows, and the entirety of the Dregs, that Nina loves to talk

On several critical heists, she had been bruised by Kaz's cane thumping against her legs to quieten her chatter

So I don't think it would come as a surprise that she would try to talk your pain away

Some days, she would huddle close to you under a mountain of blankets, arms wrapped around your body as her powers numbed the pains into dull aches

Leaning towards your ear, she would recite tales from Ravka, twisting beautiful folk tales into iridescent pictures in your mind

Depending on your mood, she could talk for hours about her childhood, Ravkan folk tales, her training as a Grisha, and occasionally an hour or two of foreign languages

Although her tales could not physically extract your pain, her love and care would be more than enough to distract you from the worst of it

Nina would go to the ends of the earth to bring you as much comfort as she can, and facing the wrath of Kaz Brekker was nothing in comparison to your needs

No matter the time of month or day a flare up came, Nina would storm into his office and demand a cut of her paycheck, just so she could buy you the best medicines available

After this became more than a regular occurrence, Kaz began to set aside sums of Nina's money just to stop her visits to his office

Knowing that you would have the very best pain medication whilst she was absent gave her some peace of mind, although being by your side always calmed her more

Nina often feels guilty that she cannot do more, but with her warm embraces, and gentle love, it gets easier to deal with the struggles of your pain <3

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P.S : As a chronically ill person myself, I just wanted to say that my requests will always be open for ideas like this, and my private messages are open for anything. If anyone is experiencing any form of chronic illness and needs someone to talk to, I am here for you!! It can be super isolating and difficult, especially when those around you cannot understand your struggles. Hopefully this post can find all my spoonie crow fans!! <333

#nina zenik x reader #nina zenik imagine #nina zenik x you #six of crows imagine #six of crows #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone headcanons #six of crows headcanons #nina zenik x yn #requests open #ashessonfire #kaz brekker x reader

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Power bottom!Mother Miranda smut

18+ Minors DNI

Power bottom Miranda for the win. Let’s get into it!

You could tell that Miranda was needy from the moment you woke up that morning. Her usually tame good morning kiss had quickly morphed into a heated make out session as she scooted closer to you on the bed and straddled your lap. The delicious sounds Miranda mewled into your mouth were quickly cut off by a dissatisfied whine from her. The priestess reluctantly pulled away and said that she had an important lead to follow up with in her research. You smiled understandingly and nodded, but you couldn’t quite hide the pout that made its way to your face. Miranda’s heart warmed as she let out a sympathetic chuckle and held your face gently. She leaned forward to place a small but tender kiss to your lips and told you that she would make it up to you when she got home.

Miranda returned a few hours later to find you reading in the living room. Her silver eyes shone with desire and she quickly took the book from your hands and tossed it carelessly to the floor. You were surprised, but before you could say anything, Miranda placed a finger over your mouth and grabbed you by the collar. Her soft hands entangled themselves into your hair which made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

The beautiful scientist roughly dragged you to her bedroom and ordered you to strip yourself of all of your clothes. Miranda hungrily bit her plush bottom lip as you complied. She smirked before commending you for your good listening skills.

“Wonderful, my dear. You are always so good to me.”

You blushed and Miranda quickly shed her robes. She grabbed your hands and guided them to her full but perky breasts. You stroked the silky flesh of her hardening nipples, feeling her breathing pick up as you did so. Once Miranda was satisfied with your impromptu massage, she pushed you back onto the bed and laid on top of you. She kissed around your neck, making sure to leave little love bites as she showered you with affection.

You felt yourself becoming quite eager to pleasure Miranda and you reached out to grab her by the hips. Miranda laughed softly as she correctly interpreted your intentions.

“Does my beloved wish to touch me?” She teased.

You nodded your head with vigor before Miranda grabbed your hand and slowly rubbed your first two fingers against her throbbing clitoris. She sighed breathily as she felt her arousal grow. Miranda then stopped before guiding your fingers into her heated core. You felt Miranda’s inner walls tightening as you pushed in deeper and she milked your fingers for all they were worth. Miranda began panting and sharply barked at you to pick up the pace of your thrusts. You loved when she told you what to do. You did as she asked and soon added a third and eventually a fourth finger to your ministrations.

Miranda keened as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. She finally felt a euphoric release as she climaxed. She sobbed out your name and came all over your fingers. You felt incredibly lucky that she let you bring her so much pleasure.

You simply had to taste the fruits of your labor. You brought your hand up to taste Miranda’s love juices, but before you could, she promptly took your fingers and sucked them into her mouth. She winked at you as you let out a heartbroken gasp. Miranda took pity on you and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You sighed contentedly as you tasted Miranda’s arousal on her tongue.

Miranda gently stroked your face and brushed her fingers through your disheveled hair. You felt yourself growing drowsy from her quiet actions. Miranda snuggled into your chest and placed a soft kiss to the side of your jaw.

“Rest now, my sweet. You’ve made me very happy.” Miranda whispered.

You drifted off to sleep with the satisfaction of a job well done filling your mind.

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#re8 #re8 village #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #power bottom #service top #re8 shitpost #resident evil smut

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tainted-in-a-sense · 1 year

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Please no

Asking them not to cum inside

Tags: NSFW, +18, creampies, Daddy mentions, petnames, some could be interpreted pre entity

The Trapper - Evan

Your make out sessions with Evan always go a little farther than planned but this time him tearing your panties off and pinning you on the bed had you blurting out for him to 'at least not cum inside!'. His eyes were hazy as he leaned in and suffocated your pleading with a deep kiss. His tongue easily overpowered yours and ate up every whimper as you felt the fat head of his cock bullying its way through your tight entrance.

"Relax for me sweetheart, I've got so much to give you."

You thought he let up on kissing in order to speak but really it was only to give you enough air for moaning out his name as he sank more of his throbbing inches into you. He found a pace of fast short pumps made your impossibly tight grip even slicker. Your weak pleas of him not to cum only made things worse for you, he felt like doing the exact opposite.

His hips pound into you even faster and you can tell he's close from how tightly he's gripping your wrists. Your attempts to writhe out of his grip only set him off even more, he wants to cream your sweet hole so bad. There's no way you can fight against it and your soft body pressing against his muscles as you try to wiggle away aren't doing you any favors. You feel an orgasm building quick and you can't stop your hips from desperately trying to meet his. Breathlessly mouthing ' Evan please' you can't stop yourself from cumming as his rough strokes began to stutter. Evan groans above you, jerking somewhat as he pulls out quickly and shoots hot spurts of cum onto your belly. He'd never go against your wishes no matter how much it kills him but you're going to be covered in massive amounts of his seed as a result.

The Wraith - Philip

Yes he heard you say it, no he hasn't pulled out even though you're so close. When he begged you to let him go without a condom you agreed only after he agreed to pulling out. Philip's big and thick cock shoots an electric buzz through your body every time he bottoms out and he knows it. He knows your favorite strokes that scramble your mind and put you in a daze, especially if you start moaning about how its too much or if you want him to stop.

"You love this dick, don't you beautiful? Can't stop now, right? Not when you're sucking me in like there's no tomorrow."

Philip is an expert at teasing and stimulating all your most pleasurable spots at the same time. His mouth is devouring your neck leaving hot kisses and bites marks, one hand pinching and tweaking your hard nipples while the other holds your leg up so he can grind his cock deep into the spot that has your back arching. You can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure coursing throughout your whole body and when you cum your legs slip and lock around his waist holding him in place. You feel his weak attempt at pulling away your leg fail as he doubles over instead, with how thick he is you can't help but feel him pulsing against your walls, each thick spurt of cum being milked out as he fills you up. When he's back in his right mind he's stuttering and apologizing profusely, he promises to take full responsibility for what he's done.

The Deathslinger- Caleb

Convinced you to do a little bit cock warming with him since you said you didn't want him 'fuckin' and cummin' inside ya', his words not yours. Loves when his baby girl sits pretty on his lap all jittery and flustered because Daddy's big dick is so filling. Fondles your breast and toys with your bud until you're staining his pants with how wet you are.

"You're makin' a mess sweetheart." He'll grunt while bitting into your neck to focus on something other than how much pre you have him dripping.

The more he teases you the tighter you become, constricting around his throbbing inches almost painfully. The action illicit nonstop filthy curses and teasing in your ear

"Are ya really gonna cum from just sittin' there doll?"

You can't help but wiggle your hips at Caleb's words knowing he's close too. He's trying his hardest to hold back at your request but you feel so good. He has the decency to tell you when his going go cum and its up to you if you want to hop off or not. No matter what you choose he'll cum hard while moaning your name with a few curses.

The Oni -Kazan

Kazan loves the feeling of your beautiful soft skin against his, you leaning back against his chest and heating up at his ministration has his blood quickly pumping to the most immoral of places.

He derives pure pleasure from the indecent faces you make as his hands slowly snake their way through your loose clothing. Not an inch of you is left untouched and he won't stop until his hands are completely coated in your arousal. You're so sensitive towards his every touch, if he were a lesser man he may have gone mad at being so patient.

Only when your whispers of his name are barely coherent does he know you're more than ready for his cock. There's no need for him to do anything other than line himself up; you'd been stroking him in kind the entire time, mewling and panting for him like an animal in heat. He only stalls slightly when his bulbous flushed head graze against your quivering entrance and you weakly pleaded for him not to finish inside. Spears you on his cock immediately and with your wanton moans drowning out his growls he starts a slow rhythm of deep strokes.

"You are mine Y/n. Every bit of you will take all of me."

Valiant effort but Kazan refuses not to experience the ecstasy of cumming with the one he loves.

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waterthecoconut · 4 months

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hello, i’m a new fan of yours!!

i enjoyed your works so much, i wanted to know more about your thoughts on lloyd and harumi’s relationship. how you felt watching s8-9 and crystallized when harumi came back on our screens.

overall just any thoughts and headcanons you have for them, if you’d like to share them with us

Hi! Thank you!!

I think… Llorumi is an interesting ship with so much potential!

I will always say that Harumi is one of the greatest characters the show has given us. She really took herself from being a simple love interest to something so much more. She’s a girl with hate and vengeance completely directed towards Lloyd: she hates him, is jealous of him, but I also think in a strange way… Harumi kind of grew attached to Lloyd…?

Season 8, beginning to end, was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, and they kept and carried that quality into Season 9 with an even beautifuler (is that a word???) finish! I felt really pulled into Lloyd and Harumi’s “romance”. Every scene between them, even a small interaction at the side of the screen — looking at each other or touching each other’s shoulders — I really felt that budding romance and heart fluttering feeling of attraction, and the music accompanied with their words was so engaging! Engrossing! Captivating! Wow! I loved the betrayal and the big reveal, and the absolute shatter in Lloyd’s heart, I think, was really felt because we were also fooled into this heart-throbbing relationship that was just too good to be true.

Now, what makes me trip was when Harumi asked Lloyd to join the sons of Garmadon… and that’s what makes me think she kind of grew attached to him. After all her life of researching him and planning this elaborate plan with him in the very center; I don’t think she was ready to let go of Lloyd. I think there’s feelings inside Harumi for Lloyd that’s not necessarily romantic, but like… maybe obsessive…? It’s all theory !!

THE SCENE!!! Harumi on top of the crumbling building with no where to go — she’s going to die! I think Harumi knows that she’s going to die! She’s looking around — there’s no hope — she sees Lloyd straight ahead in the distance: they lock eyes! Nothing’s said and nothing’s spoken, BUT THEY’RE TALKING!! WITH THEIR EYES!!! With just their eyes, it felt like they were having a conversation that we are not a part of! It’s private! It’s personal! We are not invited! It’s only for them to know! And it’s meaningful!!! Harumi doesn’t even say anything, she’s not screaming or crying or asking for help or forgiveness… Harumi’s just… quiet. But Lloyd says something, he says, “Rumi…” WOWOWOWOWOW MY HEART!!!!! BROKEN INTO TWO!!!! That was something…

Now, I also don’t believe Harumi had romantic feelings for Lloyd in Season 8/9, keeping true to her words that, “there’s was never anything between us,” BUT: I do believe she gained feelings for him in crystalized. I mean… yeah, the Overlord confirmed that for us, but he implied it with a “still” like she had feelings for him since season 9 and that didn’t make sense to me (unless I interpreted it wrong). Crystalized had its strong and weak moments, (and quick mention that HARUMI’S COMEBACK WAS A VERY CHILLING, JAW-DROPPING SCENE WITH HER LULLABY) my only favorite Llorumi moment was when Lloyd’s trying to escape and considers jumping, but Harumi stops him and… she looks really sincere and caring about Lloyd there and she wants him alive (so she’s already disobeying the Overlord) and even warns him that he could die if he jumps, which is !!!! And I love how Lloyd says, in rejection to her request of joining the crystal king, “If you think I'd ever do that, you don't know me at all!” There’s something about that that I really like, it’s like… telling of something about their relationship — that they like each other, but after all that they’ve been through, they don’t know much about each other because their relationship was purely attractive-based in accordance to Harumi’s plan to fool him. I like how Lloyd says that to acknowledge that they need to grow and learn more about each other! And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE: Lloyd pulling Harumi WITH him ON him INTO him — THEY’RE HUGGING! HIDING THEIR FACES IN EACH OTHER — HARUMI HIDING IN HIS CHEST AND LLOYD HOLDING HER CLOSE!! AHHH!!! Great scene!

And then, when they returned to the jungle… that tension and sincerity, I feel, kind of dies out into meaningless back and forth fighting and flirting. I was honestly expecting, upon reaching that episode, a serious discussion about to go down, but… there wasn’t. And after that episode, Harumi doesn’t get much dialogue or attention, and she gets rushly redeemed. I kind of wish Lloyd had brought Harumi with him and she’s forced to work with him and the ninjas against the Overlord, and I’m sure she’ll probably fakingly agree just to screw them over because her loyalties lie with the Overlord, but if she’s in the middle of the mess she helped cause and see the families being torn apart AGAIN and being stuck with Lloyd more closely; I’m sure it would’ve been beautiful to see her guilt and confused feelings, and that could’ve been a more fleshed out redemption before she finally does switch sides and turn her loyalties over to Lloyd completely.

Anyways, I think it’s really great and mature for them to show us a relationship where they both feel hurt by the other but they still love each other… because that’s how relationships can be in real life! It’s not perfect — it’s messy! There’s arguments! We say things in a burst and we hurt other people’s feelings sometimes and we make mistakes and we miscommunicate a lot. Relationships are a struggle and I like how Llorumi can demonstrate that struggle. Not everbody has a relationship like Jay and Nya or Pixal and Zane, so I think it’s great for a cartoon to show us how to heal and grow in a relationship like Llorumi, to learn how to be a good boyfriend and (if Harumi is developed as a character) to be a good girlfriend, to communicate and be gentle after being so harsh, and I think through Llorumi, there’s a lot of potential!

These are just my thoughts and opinions. It is not my intention at all to start an argument or say my opinions are true over others.

I don’t have any headcanons for them, but thank you for this ask and wanting to know my thoughts!

#sorry i took so long to reply #i’m still wrapping my head around the holidays #ask #llorumi

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sugasnote · 2 years

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falling for you (myg) - 1

pairings: idol!yoongi x flawed!reader(?) she is just not-so perfect but my girl wants you to know she's trying and oc is also younger

genre: yearning, just craving each other too much it physically hurts, strangers to lovers (?) and again strangers and just... again yearning bc i love lovesick mushy emotions. i do talk about mental health but it is vague and up for interpretation.

word count: 2.5k+

inspo: mahmoud darwish's 'speak her name over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life,' namjoon's 'i live so i love,' and 'i've seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart' — albert camus

please do send in feedbacks and thank you for waiting <3

the morning run, which you decided to take as a new year resolution was you kicking you in the ass. you were a good runner when you were in the middle school and you were good at most of the sports. but after you've grown into a wonderful and laziest person who abandoned sports right after their middle school, you are struggling to take a step without your chest heaving for oxygen.

you had a pretty bad day, waking up late and a horrible hangover from the night before was not helping your throbbing ache in your head. you still pushed yourself to a healthy morning run because you wanted to see if having a morning run is good for your mental health, if the internet and tiktok was right or not.

you were fatigued by afternoon. just the heat waves from the scorching sun tired you out for the day even when you woke late. the summer in la was not to be joked about, the heat melts your skin and you can feel the warm sensation of burning of your skin. you may be exaggerating a little bit but you had enough of the heat. you found shade in the nearby aesthetic cafe, decorated in victorian style, making it a perfect instagram-worthy cafe.

you entered the cafe with a ding of the doorbell, just wanted a cool sensation to your burning skin literally. you chose a orange drink to refresh your internal organs, instantly cooling your body as well as your mind. you took a chair, near to the air cooler by the corner of the cafe, not even bothering to ask if the seat was taken.

once you were cooled down for your satisfaction, you turned around to see a stranger staring at you, head leaning against his palm. a beanie covering his head, black face mask covering half of his face, fierce eyes looking at you. you were little shaken by the sight, but his presence gives off calmness to you. you cleared your throat, forming apologies on your tongue, ready to slip them when he still stare at you, still and motionless.

"sorry, i took your seat unannounced. i was in a hurry for some cold and almost passed out from heat. sorry to bother you." you started off, internally cringing at the way your rambling.

he stares at you for quite longer time, his eyes getting familiar to you. maybe the heat was getting into your head like ever, unable to remember the eyes of famous boyband rapper and producer, min yoongi. you knew they were in town when they had a two-day concert event and you were definitely a fan of bts. their music and story resonating with you, deeply imprinted on your heart. you felt loved and cared whenever you listened to their music, warmed your heart with their words and moved your heart with their talent and ambitions.

you took a sharp breath when you recognised the celebrity infront of you, hitting yourself in the head for being rude and reckless in front of him. he seems to notice your widened eyes and quick change in your behaviour. he swallowed thick air, muttering a quick it's okay, you're good and waving you off. he was looking outside now, you felt flustered and nervous around him. you have never imagined to meet him in a cafe, you didn't even dream meeting him at all. your brain fogged awareness throwing you off lightly, looking down to your hand. you decided to leave him alone, thinking he was here alone before you came.

"sorry, again. i will leave now to give you space." you mumbled a quick apology and glanced at him, taking in your bag that you dropped on the nearby chair.

"if you want to stay awhile, you can. i don't mind honestly. " he said while tentatively looking at you.

"okay" you quickly agreed because you were extremely fatigued and you would not want to pass out on the roadside if you leave now.

you were currently waiting for yoongi in a restaurant, taking in slow breaths to calm your nerves. even after spending much time together with him, he still left you breathless. you were told to dress elegantly for the occasion, you thought what would the occasion would be that requited to dress classy.

you still don't know what you are to him, neither of you have spoken about the elephant in the room. even after sharing stolen kisses, playful glances, you know both of you are fooling around. just until the vacation ends and you leave to your home country and him to his, you still wished it coukd have been much better than this. you know you are playing a dangerous game with him. min yoongi was an addictive man, you fear you would fall into his addictive lips.

"sorry, have you been waiting long?" your train of thoughts were interrupted when you hear his deep voice. he questioned you while taking a seat across yours. his hands immediately placed over yours, gently squeezing your soft hands. you shake your head, letting out a small smile in reply. he was dressed handsome for the lack of better word. he was fully clothed black, satin shirt a little too tight for his prominent muslces, unbottoned two buttons, making you flustered with just his loving gaze.

you are addicted to this man, he will be the death of you.

"i wanted to tell you something. i had thought about it a lot." he started the unspoken arrangement which you both agreed even uttering a single word about him. he was nervous, eyes flickering all over your face. unable to fixate into your eyes, hands playing with your fingers, removing and twisting the rings on your fingers.

you squeezed his hand slightly, to give him some comfort but in reality, you are as just terrified as him. you did not know what you are doing here, you did not know what you were thinking when he begged you to come back to his hotel suite, you did not know what you were thinking when he had you putty just by his skilled tongue on your nether regions. you gulped before your mind travelled fo a topic you've avoided thinking about.

"you're leaving soon and i don't want to lose you. i don't know what we have here, but i know i just don't want to lose you." he rambles to you.

you are imperfect. you did not know if you were capable of being a girlfriend heck your longest relationship lasted for three weeks before you broke it off for unknown reasons. maybe you are just scared of falling in love, you never had a perfect example of what love was like when growing up. but right now, the thought of falling in love with yoongi terrified you.

"you know, i've told you before, i don't do relationships. it's just not my thing and i don't want to break your heart," you sighed out, eyes lowered to your hands, gently held by his.

"how would you know if you haven't tried? you can't just keep running away from it."

"i don't want to deal with all those things like, keeping up with your partner, constantly being around your partner.. all those exhaust me." you cried, you really wanted to get out of this situation. it's harder to focus when he looks extremely buff in that shirt, maybe that was also his plan. to make you weak, and just give into his plan.

"shit, y/n. fuck it's just-" he stammered, frustrated because he is unable to convince you to be his just before you leave the country. he wants to know how it is to be with you, even if he knows it will only make him harder to get over her. his desperate need to be constantly touching your soft skin, need to kiss your plump lips was taking over his rationale thinking.

"only for three days before you leave. that's all i'm asking. just for three days, please pretend to be my girlfriend. i just want to know how it feels to be loved by you, " he pleaded into your eyes, shaky breaths shared.

you know you are gone when you agreed to be his girlfriend, just for three days.

yoongi insisted on dropping you safely back at your hotel room, even carrying your handbag for you. his hand wrapped around your fingers, a shaky breath left your lips. his boldness leaving your heartbeat rapidly against your chest, taking a deep breath slowly to calm your racing heart.

standing in front of your door, you turned to look at him. your hands still clasped in his, not letting you go just yet, making you giggle at him.

"you need to let me go," you said softly. your hand hovering over his, not really want to let him go either but you have to anyway.

he nodded, pulling you in for a hug. you let out a squeak of surprise by the sudden pull. you wrap your other arm around his torso, letting him nuzzle into your neck. he pulled back, looking at you. he placed a soft kiss on your cheek and stood back lightly to let you go inside the room. giving him a soft smile, you unlocked the door and waved him bye and a soft get back safe to him.

you sighed as soon as the door shut. you were afraid of loving someone. growing up, you did not have a good example of a healthy love which affected your perception on plenty of things, mainly, on love. you were afraid to love and to be loved. you were afraid to give a voice to your deep fears, which you have desperately tried to suppress all these years before meeting him.

you let out your hundredth sighs as the restless worries of your inner monologue exhausted your body and mind. you went to take a quick shower, to stop yourself from spiraling down all over again. you would brace yourself for whatever that is waiting for her, with an open heart that is willing to ache for yoongi and a bruised soul to be battered by love.

admittedly, you agree the most powerful feeling is to shake a man's confidence but deep down you knew your flaws craved that loathly feeling of breaking someone's confidence and pride.

you were right here but you felt so unreachable to him.

"where are you taking me," you pouted at him, giving him a frown. yoongi had to hold himself back from pressing a kiss to your forehead, instead squeezing your hand tight to asking you to trust him. you kept pouting at him, both your hands now enclosed around his, where he kept squeezing yours to silently asking you to let your guards down for him.

you looked around the big building in front of you, delicate lights flickering in and out creating a enchanting glow to the poster on the wall. [musical theatre stage name], typical yoongi, of course. you should have expected this from him, their first date relating anything to music.

"hope this is okay for you," he whispered as he let his hands free from your hold, placing his hand behind your back guiding you gently inside the small theatre. yoongi was not sure if you would enjoy his unofficial first date choice, he wanted to show you that he is willing to offer you his heart. his love for his music was one of his ways to his soul and he is ready to risk every thorns on his way to your heart, by letting his guard down around you. you assured him with a gentle smile, nodded lightly.

yoongi's hand never leaving your waist, settling you both down in your designated seats. he noticed your chair seemed a little too far for him, placing his hand under your chair and pulling you closer to him. your breath hitched, eyes boring into his strong gaze. pink plump lips gracing a small smile and he whispered, "you were sitting too far from me, baby." you simply nodded at him, taking in his features up close, giving him a shy smile.

a classical musical orchestra playing classical hits for the small audience, yellow bulbs flickering resembling a constellation of stars and a chandelier placed in the centre. the atmosphere was calm and serene, the echos of the melody bouncing around the small hall.

the people enjoying the tunes being played, everyone in their small bubbles. yoongi's hands resting on your thigh, gently squeezing. you were enjoying the intimate aura of the theatre, reminding you of the old romantic movie scenes. you were moved by the charming tunes of the music and all of a sudden, the violin's movement, the cello's string and the piano's cries started to become about you. the composer's rhythm reminding you, what you would miss if you let him go.

there seemed to be no audience to perform for. just the two of you, watching the musicians play. there seemed to be no approval you wanted to achieve, no reputation to save. there was no role worth playing when being with him, there was no one to convince and no one to break your heart. for once, you wished to be free from your worries.

the musical date ended with yoongi inviting you for a dinner. he took you to italian restaurant. he pulled a chair for you to sit, tucking you in and fixing your hair from behind. you let out a small 'thank you,' it always took you by surprise on how attentive he was to the details. your racing heart still could not get used to it. he sat in the opposite manner, his unbuttoned shirt giving you a peak to his prominent collarbone. you looked down at the menu as to not get too distracted on how sexy and intimidating he looks right now.

"i hope you enjoyed the day so far," his timbre voice coming out like a melody of your favourite song, his hands occupied with the food of his choice for the night. veins on his hands popping as he started twirling his fork, feeling nervous all of a sudden and the quiet ambience making his heart beat more rapid. he wondered if you could hear his heart.

"it was lovely, thanking you for taking me there," you replied gently. placing your hand on top of his, swiping your thumb to rub on his knuckles. his eyes shifted to your hand, holding it in the sight of your frail hand on top his rough fingers. there is an unspoken question running in the air, neither of them starting the topic of this silly arrangement.

"i couldn't change your mind, right?" he asked, rubbing under his nose with his occupied hand. you knew he wanted to be clear with you and you knew he would come clean because he did not want any misunderstanding at least on his side. you hate the fact that he still carried hope even after all this.

you weren't ready for a relationship. you weren't ready for a commitment, being with a person for a lifetime scared you and you were too much of a coward to do anything you are afraid of.

"yoongi, you knew what you were doing when you asked me to do this." you started off, turning sour from all the frantic worries running in your head.

"i thought maybe i could make you show what you would miss if you don't let yourself enjoy what your heart wants," he let out a scoff, his eyes twinkling in the low light.

you rolled your eyes at his words, you chose to stay silent this time. you prepared yourself for the night to be changed into a sour and uneventful but you weren't expecting for him to ask a question that would break his heart into a million pieces. the one that would make his heart carry the scar forever, without having any remedy to heal the scar.

"don't you want to stay with me" he started.

you did not answer him, staring at him. if you did, you would be the heartbreaker, the bad guy, the villain and everything in his stories and songs later on. but you did know, he was the one who proposed this arrangement in the first place. he should be expecting all of this after the three dates, to be broken and bruised by the end of the day.

"you're quite the heartbreaker, aren't you?" yoongi let out a sigh, looking at you with a fond smile. you desperately wanted to know what he was thinking when he looked at you like this, wanted to know if he enjoyed being played by you, if he enjoyed being a sadist?.

he placed his other hand on top of yours, holding your hand, eyes flickering between your tired eyes and your tied hands. he hoped to god he would change your mind before you leave for good, he would at least make him worthy enough to be loved by you, worthy enough to make you stay by his side for him.

"please, let me down gently if you are going to," soft words left his mouth, his voice always gentle enough to calm her racing heart as a consequence of his bold actions to hold her hand.

a/n: sorry for the delay. hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me your thoughts. i think i seem to post whenever it is a rainy weather ( just an observation i wanted to share)

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smokingbomber · 10 months

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RP Justice Speech Compilation

At a youma poetry slam: Heed my words, you heartless demon! Plans you've wrought through Coleridge schemin', still not fit for basic dreamin', break when faced with justice gleamin'! This missive you’ve delivered through apostrophic caesura… gonna find your metered scansion in the throbbing from a beating. And your boss, he stanza lone reciting antiquated poesy while your flow is deconstructed by a justice swift and rosy, and your sins against humanity and decency are dozy so they'll ever weigh you down so hard you'll never take a bow until your reign of fail is ended with a SAILOR MOON! NOW!

In civvies: Chocolate is a treat that brings pleasure to both palate and soul when enjoyed in moderation. I won’t forgive those who abuse its delicious flavor and rejuvenating qualities in the name of fear and supernatural intimidation! You are cowardly and perverse to twist such delight into terror. I, Chiba Mamoru, will be your opponent!

Standard justice speech: Beauty magazines should be used for stylish inspiration only, not as a judgement of worth! I won't forgive anyone who tries to hurt innocent people with a wrongful interpretation of loveliness!

To a giant monster in Tokyo Bay: Those who stir from the depths to disrupt the peaceful and enjoyable off-hours of hard-working students and heroines with slovenly and oversized misconduct are no more excused if they are kaiju than if they are simply bullies! I, Tuxedo Kamen, cannot forgive you!

At a youma quiz show: People wish for adulation and fame for the hard work they do to learn everything they can! To use this desire against innocent contestants and their friends and families who have come to support them is a crime! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall not forgive you!

Whispered in the middle of the night at an orphanage: For pretending to be a pile of delightful snow in which children play with innocent laughter, I cannot forgive you!Whatever you are. I, Tuxedo Kamen, am your opponent! So chase me right now or we might wake up the kids!

Deadpan in civvies to a friend: Anyone who would dare to use cookies in such a violently non-delicious manner is unforgivable. I won't stand for it. You don't need to thank me for allowing me to help punish that creature for his evil intents.

To a cook villain: BASE TREACHERY! How dare you waste excellent cuisine! How DARE you seek to destroy the dreams of a young maiden dedicated to bringing the delight of gourmet cooking to appreciative palates! You are a CHILD, throwing tantrums at the idea of losing! And you will ALWAYS lose in the end!

To the same cook villain who made a nice youma: How dare you create a sweet youma from a child's treat, only to let her die in your service! HOW DARE YOU STEAL the inner heart of a young girl and try to gift it to your dark mistress?!

At a play audition: A young girl's heart is the home of dreams and wishes too pure and good for you to understand, but your wickedness is not excused by your ignorance! Hell-spawned creature of darkness, who has seduced and brainwashed innocent maidens and taken that precious innocence from them, I won't stand for this! For what you have done, there can be no punishment great enough to be sure justice is done-- death is too good for you! But your death shall serve to protect the future from your curse, from your predation, your depravity--!! YOU ARE UNFORGIVABLE!!

Standard justice speech: The aspirations of young girls are nothing to be toyed with or attacked, and to use them against one in order to take her energy is unforgivable! Let the powerful love of Runealy-san's friends violently demonstrate to you the error of your ways! Allies of justice, this is the work of the Dark Kingdom! Erase its impurities from this world!

When visiting a friend and finding a burglar: This is my friend's dorm! How dare you lurk in her sanctuary, waiting for her to come home so you can ambush her! Her dormitory room is a place of excellent cooking and terrible timing, and I, Tuxedo Kamen, won't forgive you for trying to ruin her day!

Standard justice speech: Nothing-– nothing is truly hollow; no ghastly sin is forever damning! I, Tuxedo Kamen, won't stand for despair! Not for those who bring it, and not for the despair in their own hearts!

Standard justice speech: Villains who use the sweet art of harmonic vocal expression to bolster the foul trespasses of a bully who apparently consumes sentient life, I will not forgive you! I, Tuxedo Mask, oppose your evil ways!

Standard justice speech: Happiness may be fleeting, but it will always return. However, when wise old women tell young maidens with broken hearts that there are many fish in the sea, they do not intend for those fish to then exit the sea and wreak havoc on land! For intentionally misinterpreting the lovingly given adages of those kindly people experienced in the ups and downs of lives lived with conviction and valor, you will not be forgiven! I, Tuxedo Kamen, will not stand for this gross injustice!

As an example versus Fiore for a redeemed Nephrite: Flowers have a language steeped in the history and tradition of secret love, and to twist those unspoken words into a message of hatred and destruction is unforgivable. You have taken the loneliness of a lost boy and disguised lies and maliciousness with a perverse mockery of the sweet perfume of floral linguistics, and I, Tuxedo Kamen, will not stand for it!

I'll kick my own ass: THE HOPES AND DREAMS OF YOUNG GIRLS ARE A PRECIOUS AND SACRED THING, AND IGNORING THEM IN FAVOR OF SELF-CASTIGATION IS A HEINOUS ACT OF VILLAINY THAT I WON'T STAND FOR. TUXEDO KAMEN, YOU HAVE BEHAVED UNFORGIVABLY! I, TUXEDO KAMEN, SHALL BE YOUR OPPONENT!

Jokingly, OOC: Those who break the rules of grocery store fast lane checkout lines are not only upsetting the social order but inconveniencing their fellow shoppers, who have joined the queue with the understanding that having fifteen items or less would allow them to escape the store and go home to make sandwiches for their loved ones in a timely fashion! Madoka Kaname, such behavior is unforgivable, and I won't stand for it! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall be your opponent!!

On this blog: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! Love of, shipping of, and identification with the values and travails of fictional characters are wholesome and safe occupations in which fans of all genders and ages should be allowed to participate. Ostensible other fans who levy the terrible crush of hatred and oppression on innocent shippers and character-lovers, filling bright loving hearts with shame, darkness, and misery, and who spread this hatred to new fans who haven't yet been allowed to form their own opinions of the intellectual property in question, cannot be forgiven! I will not stand for such inconsiderate behavior! I, Smokingbomber, shall be your opponent!

Versus King Endymion in the breakup arc: AS WELL YOU KNOW, King, my love for Sailor Moon is a sacred thing: she is a girl of great strength, kindness and care, and I have fallen in love with her no less than three separate times! Once in the life before this one, whose name you bear now, once as her sweet and clumsy self who was brought up in the arms of a loving family, and once as the self-sacrificing and strong Senshi of Mystery, the soldier who embraces all! It is this unparalleled paragon of love that draws the lost from darkness which is not to be toyed or tampered with in the interest of excising my faulty communication preconceptions! How dare you use that love to create a situation that causes her pain, taking advantage of my appalling social integration, even to attempt to correct that terrible personality flaw! It is a gross miscarriage of justice, and will not be tolerated! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall be your opponent!

#justice speeches #roleplay #smokingbomber writing #tuxedo kamen #mamoru chiba #text post #long post

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toa-kohutti · 10 months

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A Gift the Great Spirit Left Unnamed

Chapter 1: Arrival

A nomadic Toa of Lightning takes a stop at a small village on the coast of the Southern Continent in order to recover from her wounds. She quickly realizes that she got more than she bargained for when she meets the village's healer...

A love story from a world where there is no word for "love".

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when I saw the village over the horizon. Being a nomadic Toa, my home and tribe long broken and scattered, getting respite was more important than ever. As I stepped up the hill, my lungs struggled through shaky, haphazard breaths, trying to avoid touching the shattered Rahi talons that embedded themselves in my flesh after the beast tore through my armor. I couldn’t remember the exact name of what struck me, but it had a venom on its cruel, shedding talons, and the throbbing pain of that poison in my muscles was impossible to ignore, slowly spreading to more of my war-torn body. The pain was worth it, though, always worth it, no matter when it happened. Saving three Matoran researchers, pinned in that cave by the Rahi, was worth it.

The pain had put me on autopilot, and I was quietly subsumed by the dull state of mind that always comes along with pain. I had hardly noticed that I had arrived, but when stimuli overwhelmed the doldrums, I heard a rash of small sounds, followed by a curious stir. The sun was a few moments away from setting, and it seemed that I had interrupted their preparations for night. The soundscape was full of quiet whispers, which I didn’t have anywhere close to the concentration to focus on and interpret. Matoran turned from their paths or put their things aside, some sticking their heads out of their leaf-and-wood homes, all focused on me. Except for one.

A Matoran in armor in a few shades of natural blues and painted highlights of orange, rushed up to me, panting a little as she did so. While I could see that other Matoran had painted armor in the village, hers was elaborate, and in patterns that were rare to see, with swirls and lines covering her as if she were a decoration herself. Her mask was no exception, with broad, flat bands running across the mask’s surface, with beautiful orange painted patterns upon them, like waves in sunset. She straightened herself before moving into a stiff, clearly unpracticed stance of respect, gently bending her knees and back, with her head pointed straight at the ground.

“W-we welcome you, Toa of Lightning!” she said, a small nervous stammer in her voice. I was surprised she recognized my rarer element from my colors, something unusual for Matoran on more isolated settlements like this one. “On what occasion have you come to our humble Koro?” She looked up to me with a clear sense of anxiety mixed with a desire for approval, neither hidden by her unfamiliar, but beautiful mask.

“I’m… just passing through.” I chose my words carefully, my pain giving me little mind for the rituals of respect that Matoran show for their guardian Toa, as much as I recognized and appreciated them. “And I need a place to rest.” My voice was marred by the shake of poorly concealed pain, and the Matoran before me’s expression changed from a nervous search for approval to sudden, knowing concern.

“You’re hurt,” she said, matter-of-factly, all desire to continue the tradition of respect for Toa seemingly evaporated. “Please, come with me.” She took my hand in hers, only a tiny bit smaller than my own, and pulled me in the gentlest manner towards the village. “My Teacher and I can heal your wounds, at least for tonight.” She pointed to a larger, farther hut, and started to walk, guiding me like she was teaching a freshly built Matoran.

I didn’t protest, any help to get the painful debris and venom out of me sounded like the greatest thing in the universe at that moment. But others in the village spoke in whispers again, the ornately-armored Matoran's behavior seemingly catching their disapproval. Usually, so-called "good Matoran" had respect for their Toa and didn't drag them around, but I found her abandoning politeness for the sake of my safety to be far more important, at least right now. Before reaching the hut, I saw a Turaga step forwards from her seat, a look of concern and confusion behind her mask, but little more as I bent over to fit under the door’s hole, talons twisting in my flesh, digging in and causing sharp, shooting pains I had to endure, a quiet hiss of pain exiting my mouth. I closed my eyes as I pushed into the hut, only opening them when it hinted at slightly subsiding.

When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see another Toa. The first thing I noticed were her eyes! Softly glowing a piercing yellow, they were full of the same wondrous surprise that I had seen on so many Matoran’s faces before, but never on one of my equals. She blinked a moment after I did, before our locked gaze broke and she looked me up and down. It took me a few moments to even consider doing the same to her.

“A Toa...” she said, her voice quiet, but still full of the same wonder. When I finally was able to look at the rest of her, I saw a similar mask to the Matoran that led me to her, but somehow softer, smoother, with thin inset lines and gentle curves giving her an inviting appearance. The smooth blue mask was painted like the Matoran who guided me, a warm, sparkling copper pattern traced over it. “What brings you to our quiet little Koro?” She asked, as I slowly moved from a squat to a kneel.

“I was protecting some wayward Matoran.” I said, her question snapping me out of my entrancement. “I won’t be staying long, so I won’t burden you.” I urged, hoping I wasn't imposing on anything at all. I knew firsthand that resources were often hard to come by for villages like these, and hated feeling like things were wasted on a traveler like me.

“You can stay as long as you like,” she said, reaching a hand out to me. “We’re a quiet village. You’re the most exciting thing to grace us in a long time, Toa...” She trailed off, a soft tone waiting for me to answer hanging in the air. It took me a moment to catch it, as my eyes were studying her hands, the metal worn down and painted over.

“Ohmeni,” I said, hastily, as if I were rushing to catch pottery falling from a table. “Ohmeni, Toa of Lightning.” I completed my introduction, properly, the sense of haste dissolving, as I took in the room around me, consciously trying to avoid distraction and remain stoic and measured, as all good Toa should. And yet... something about the presence of this pair, Toa and Matoran, both clad in cool blues and warm oranges and beautiful patterns, put me at ease, and something felt unnecessary about that emotional front.

“It’s good to meet you, Ohmeni.” My eyes couldn’t help but be drawn towards hers, where I saw the corner of her eyes scrunch into a warm, welcoming smile – and I felt mine do the same, involuntarily, but I didn’t even think of stopping it. “My name is Pysie, and in case she hasn’t properly introduced herself, this is my apprentice, Ghavialia.” She took my hand in a gentle embrace, more a preliminary inspection than a greeting, but one that immediately sucked in all my attention. She gave a quiet, contemplative “hmm”, as she ran her fingertips over my armor. Finally, she looked up and spoke, while inspecting the rest of me that she could see. “You’re clearly quite the warrior.”

“How could you tell?” I asked, before silently wincing at the foolish question. She ran a hand over my arm, tracing a large, patched gash. The signs were all over my body. Scratches, cuts, and dents covered my armor from head to toe.

Pysie chuckled, a little sadly. “Your armor looks like a mess.” She pulled away from me, now kneeling close. “I’ve seen Toa hurt before, but... well, when’s the last time you got your armor fixed up?” She said, tilting her head a little. “I mean, really fixed it. Not just emergency patches.”

I started to open my mouth, but closed it again just as quickly as I realized that I... didn’t really remember. I took a deep breath in, until the sudden shooting pain cut it short, and the air left my lungs as I gasped suddenly in pain. My vision went blurry for a few long moments before clearing as the Matoran held a pot underneath my face, a spiced aroma wafting through my mask as I breathed in. After I took a breath of the stuff, my head started feeling clearer, if a little dizzy, from whatever herbs were in it. “Th... thank you, Ghavail, Gha-” I stammered, struggling to pronounce her name before I was politely cut off.

“You can call me Gava for short; everyone does.” She used the same matter-of-fact tone she had before, no resentment or judgment, simply a focus on her patient, who was, unfortunately, me. After a few seconds of me breathing it in, Gava took the pot and lidded it, placing it on a small wooden shelf, the top bumping against the wall of hardened, layered leaves. I looked back to Pysie, and realized that in my brief moment of panic, I had tensed up, taking a protective stance. My body had decided that I was under attack, but Pysie placed her hands on my shoulders, and gently guided them into a relaxed position, before lifting my back up, unfazed by my reaction to the tiniest moment of vulnerability.

“Now,” Pysie said, quietly. “Where do you hurt?”

#my writing #aggslu #bionicle #bonkle #bonkles #bionicle fanfic #toa ohmeni #ohmeni #toa pysie #pysie #ohmeni and pysie #bionicle fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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blanketforcas · 4 months

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misha said homosexual declaration of love and jared said but what about the children so jensen was all panic noises it's open to interpretation and then misha said yeah interpret how you like however i puked rainbows when i played it hope you noticed so alex was like yah i saw your beautiful throbbing interpretation don't worry

#and that's what you missed on glee

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ghostlygardendelusion-blog · 5 months

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Hi love 💕

I was wondering if I could get a reading please. I appreciate it very much! 🤍

I was wondering mainly of my characteristics or anything you notice that stands out, my purpose and who I would marry and how to notice them.

This is my chart ✨

Hey dear,

Here you go for you d1 and d9 vedic chart interpretation.

You are born in Rohini Nakshatra is Ruled by planet Moon. The quality it Represents is Beauty and charmingness.

You may have beautiful eyes with heart throbbing Smile. You may be someone who is quite simple, straightforward and true by natue.

You are born in Rohini Nakshatra Pada-3 which is ruled by planet Mercury. You may be someone who have Excellent Communication skills.

You may be interested in the field of Journalism, Writing or Teaching (specially science related). You may be also someone quick witted and Adaptable.

You may enjoy traveling and Exploring New Places.

You may be interested to make a career in the field of Fashion, Beauty, Music, Art or Entertainment, Business or Creative field. You may have Natural sense of style and taste.

Now you have Moon Navamsa Vargottama. Moon is in sign of Aries in both D1 and D9 Chart. Moon is also your Nakshatra ruler planet. Moon is Darakaraka in both D1 and D9 chart.

You may be someone highly caring, Compassionate and Nurturing by Nature.

Moon Vargottama also blesses you with all the great Amount of Emotional Balance and Intuitive Power that you can use to heal people.

Moon Vargottama will make you expert in Understanding Emotions Of Other People and Connect with them.

You may be want qualities in life patner who is Humanistic, philosophical educator, Knowledgeable in the World of Religious. A traveler with the purpose of wisdom- learning.

In D1 chart 2nd house Ruler Mercury sits in 8th house, 7th and 12th house Ruler Mars sits in 6th house.

In D9 chart 2nd Ruler Moon sits in 11th house, 7th ruler Jupiter Sits in 10th house and 12th Ruler Venus Sits in 6th house.

Placements of 2nd, 7th and 12th Houses Rulers in Upachaya Houses ( House 3,6,10 and 11) Creats Multiple Marriages Yoga in your D1 and D9 chart.

You may marry more than once.

You have Jupiter- Saturn conjunction in D1 chart in 1st house (Ascendant).

You may face financial Problems. You may be highly interested in acquire Wisdom and Knowledge in Life.

This conjunction will make you possess Unique Intuitive Powers.

The conjuction is in sign of Taurus so Saturn gets Strong in this sign. You may have to put all the more Efforts to get Jupiter Related things.

Mars in 6th house. Your Money may be Mostly be Spended on Hospital, Medicines and Court Cases.

8th Ruler Jupiter sits in 1st house. You Should Be VERY Careful Regarding Evil Eye🧿. You are Susceptible to it, can easily catch it and Suffer because of it.

Don't Share Anything Related to your Private and Work Related Matters With Others. Specially On Social media.

Advice: Do not take loans or Give Loans. Adopt Secrecy in life stay private as much as you can.

I am not professional still learning so please take only what resonates with you 🙏

Meditate, do good karma, help who in need and love yourself ❤

#vedic birth chart #vedic astrology #vedic astrology learning #vedic chart #vedic navamsa chart #vedicknowledge

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sepulchralblues · 2 years

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Afterlife/ Oh, what a terrible thought/ 'Cause I've lived without you once before/ We don't, we don't have to do this again/ Please don't, please don't make me start this again

And oh my love/ Your beauty will consume me in the end

- Afterlife by Nothing But Thieves

This is... far cuter than where I wanted to go with this. There was an angsty route, but at 2am, this felt like the route to go with 😂

Heads up, this is set in a hospital, so warning for mentions of a concussion and minor injuries.

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Neil has always hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic and bleach, strong enough to sting his nostrils, the tang of iron in the air that he's only half-sure he imagines.

But most of all he hates hospitals because they were never an option for him and his mother when they were on the run. Hates them because of the paperwork, the trails, the endless, countless evidence they’d leave behind when risking proper treatment for once in their lives.

Those were the old reasons he's concluded. Today, yesterday, and every day for the past week he’s been stuck in the hospital because of his current condition.

Andrew stands at the foot of his bed, fussing with the drape of the sheet around Neil's feet.

Well, Neil only calls it ‘fussing’ in his head. If he dares say it out loud, he knows Andrew will leave him to rot here alone and then there would be a scene.

His PR manager would personally slit his throat then.

Neil prefers to keep his throat un-slit, thank you very much.

Still, the Grade 3 concussion and twisted ankle that had wiped him out of the last game meant he was stuck in here for the rest of the week.

“Andrew,” Neil calls.

Andrew looks up from where he's still poking at the sheet. It isn’t even near Neil's feet, the corner which Andrew is currently fascinated with correcting.

The whole thing is equally adorable and irritating.

Neil stretches out a hand, asking his partner a silent question that Andrew has no problems interpreting or answering.

He shuffles a little bit to the side and makes space for Andrew on the bed.

Andrew positions himself around Neil, curving his body to fit in the small twin bed. The plasticky sheet crinkles unpleasantly under their bodies.

Andrew gently cards his fingers through Neil's hair. Unrepentantly, Neil arches into it feeling a little bit like he's channelling King.

“How are you feeling?” The question vibrates through Neil where Andrew's chest is pressed against his arm.

Neil opens his mouth.

“If you say fine, I will tape your mouth shut.”

Neil pauses, modifies his answer, and says, “I’m feeling okay.”

Those fingers tighten in his hair—still gentle enough to not worsen his condition, but just enough that Neil feels it.

He turns his head into Andrew's arm and presses a kiss to the soft skin between the base of his thumb and the beginning of his armband.

“I’m feeling better, Drew,” he mumbles onto the warm skin. Andrew's heartbeat picks up under his lips.

“Finally,” Andrew grumbles. “A week in the hospital before he stops the whiny baby act and behaves like a grown adult.”

“You liked the whiny baby act. You thought it was absolutely deserved.”

“Did not. Shut the fuck up.”

Neil only hums. Despite the pain throbbing through him, dulled by the low-dose painkillers he's on, the only thing rumbling through him is contentment as Andrew massages circles onto his scalp and mumbles little comments into Neil's hair about the podcast he was listening to earlier today.

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Send me a lyric prompt!

#aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fic #tfc fanfic #all for the game #the foxhole court #asks #ask game #lyrics game #crazyconglasses #bits and pieces #my writing

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pulled my teeth out (an hotd fanfic)

Wrote this fic about Aemond and Alicent’s mother-son bond that absolutely wrecks me because it is so wholesome. Needed to get some of my hotd brainrot out on here and ao3. Enjoy!

The shrill scream that left Luke’s mouth when he cut out Aemond’s eye sent chills down his spine before he even registered the pain. God, the pain, it was excruciating, he had bit his lip when the maester had sewed the severed flesh back together and tried to stop himself from crying out in pain. His mother, with angry tears in her eyes, looked at Aemond with all the love in the world, but when she demanded there be justice, his father had dismissed her, like always.

His father who only ever favored his first-born daughter and never paid attention to his other children had demanded Aemond tell him where he had these lies. Lies?!, Aemond had wanted to yell from the top of his lungs, they are nothing but bastards! Though, when he had tried to even move a muscle in his face, the pain had shot up his face like a bolt of lightning and his mother sensing his pain without even having to look at him, demanded Luke’s eye in return.

He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.

You will do no such thing. Rhaenyra’s smug face had won over his father and his mother’s betrayal was written all over her face. There was chaos not soon after and he had told his mother, “It was a fair exchange. I might have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.” He had tried to comfort his mother and when he cuddled into her neck, she sniffled and looked down at the floor where the bloody knife was. He knew her mind was elsewhere but knowing that she had tried to protect him, with almost everyone against her, the throbbing pain in his face went away just a little.

His mother would always protect him.

The pain had begun flaring up again once he went to bed that night. He tried to get comfortable but the pain was unbearable and the tears that had not fallen before when he was getting sewed up by the maester, spilled over on his cheeks and he let out a choke of a disbelieving laugh.

He had gained a dragon, the largest dragon in the world, but at what cost?

His mother demanded justice and she got nothing. Another stupid, bubbling, joke of a laugh choked out of his throat and that’s when the tears began to gather into the hollow of his neck. God, he was a child, weeping. How pathetic. He couldn’t control it though and when another laugh began to bubble up, his face twinged in discomfort and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

He dug his nails into the palms of his hands and shut his eyes but the pain crept up and up before it settled into his temple. Milk of the poppy had done nothing. Another choke. Another disbelieving laugh. The pain then crept into the other side of his face.

A headache of all things, really? The tears were now soaking into his nightshirt and this time what came out of his mouth was a sob that rang through his room.

He then heard scuffles outside his door and before he could even begin to interpret what they were doing or saying, his mother rushed into the room.

She let out a little sob of her own and kneeled down next to his bedside. Her hair was more unkempt than usual but his mother looked beautiful. She always did.

She choked out, like the little sounds coming out his throat moments before, “My darling boy, I am so sorry.” His mother brushed her thumbs very lightly on his cheekbones and cradled his face delicately but even that brought the flare-up of pain back down to his cheekbone and he jerked back just a little from her soft touch. Her eyebrows furrowed but her eyes were nothing but warm and gentle. She whispered, “Will you let your mother cuddle you until you fall asleep? I might even be here in the morning when you wake up.” His mother began carding her fingers through his hair and the pain that had settled throughout his face subsided just the slightest fraction at the comforting touch.

He hadn’t yet spoken but gingerly, he nodded his head at her question. She pressed a featherlight kiss on the crown of his hair and he scooted a little bit over on his bed to give her room. When she made herself comfortable, he felt himself leaning into her side and he could feel her heartbeat against his face. The pain seemed to throb less when he counted his mother’s heartbeats in his head and his mother was still brushing her fingers through his hair. He heard her say, “My darling boy, my baby boy.” He cradled into her side more and she began to sing a lullaby she hadn’t sung to him since he was three years old.

Her voice was melodic and soothing and he closed his eyes as her lips touched the crown of his hair again. She began to rock him just a little, like he was a little babe again. The song came out breathy and soft.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with her ghosts

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who’d been gone for so very long

She couldn’t remember their names

They spun her around on the damp old stones

Spun away all her sorrow and pain

His mother’s voice had gotten softer and quieter as she gently rocked, her lips always brushing against the crown of her hair. When she finished the lullaby, she let out a little sob of hurt in his ear and tucked a strand of hair behind his hair. She whispered, “I am so sorry, darling. You didn’t deserve this. You gained a dragon and I am so proud of you for that. You only deserve good things, Aemond. You can never get back what was taken from you but I want you to know this.”

Aemond’s tears had begun to flow from his eyes again but not from uncomfortable pain. It was from the way his mother was talking to him. She always talked to him in that gentle way of hers that could only come from his mother. She might have been stern at times but he knew she loved him and his siblings fiercely.

He looked up at her, his figure still mostly pressed against her side, and saw her brown eyes twinkling from the moonlight coming through his window. She began, “You will always be my fierce protector. You are brave, wise, and smart, darling. Never forget who you are and if you ever need me, I will always be by your side because you are my son and I will love you forever.”

Her words had become crisper near the end of her speech and the love in his mother’s eyes dulled that ever-present pain in his face and he let out a sigh of minute relief. He changed his position against his mother so he could rest his head on his mother’s lap and she smiled down at him, the crinkles in her eyes became present and he said, his voice croaked out after not using it for hours, “And I will love you forever too, Mother.” Her tight smile grew more genuine and she untangled a loose knot in his blond hair and bent down to press a small kiss on his forehead.

His mother’s warmth and her fingers continuing to work through his hair pulled him into a contentment that resembled the beginnings of sleep. She pressed one last kiss on his temple this time and before he was completely gone to the world, he heard his mother say, “I will be here in the morning, my darling boy. Always.”

He fell asleep with the pain in his face being dulled little by little by his mother’s warmth and kind words.

Yes, she would be here in the morning. Like she always will be.

read it on ao3.

#the hold that their bond has on me?? honestly it's embarassing.#aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #minor violence tw #chronic pain tw #injury tw #blood tw #hotd #tv #usersara #ceftali #sara's fics #mine

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likeapray3r · 8 months

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whenever a beautiful woman is a writer my pussy growls in a way that’s so primal I have to lock it up and throw out the key … your intimacy between your own mind is inspiring and therefore I am … throbbing. As someone who is also always wrapped up in my own mind… I for some reason love that aspect in someone because I know they are so fully themselves, in that moment, and their depiction of some tale, no matter how mundane, is open to interpretation mostly and always wholly theirs and nobody else’s. growling

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upalldown · 10 months

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King Krule - Space Heavy

Fifth album under the King Krule moniker from Archy Marshall, the indie trip-hop singer-songwriter

7/13

A King Krule song tends to sound woozy, even slick, until you get close enough to smell the rot. Blue notes curdle in grimy pools of reverb. Hooks wilt in the muck. Then he sets loose that monstrous voice and it hulks through the swamp, holding each delicate line aloft like a swaddled newborn. It is the voice that protects the poetry, neither viable without the other. Each signals vulnerability and strength; each signals the pursuit of absolute authenticity. Since 2017’s The OOZ, Archy Marshall has cooled the fire in his lungs. But even his prettiest songs seem negotiated out of that old pact with rage.

Marshall is now 28, father to a four-year-old girl, and he wrote much of his fourth King Krule album in C major. But aside from naptime ballad “Seaforth,” Space Heavy subverts the key’s easy charms. His chords are arpeggiated as if by torture, drawn and quartered across wide, yawning bars. Any melodious pleasantries occur in spite of Marshall and Dilip Harris’ production—the clogged frequencies and sonic glop that make Krule’s dwellings so oppressively dank. The contradictory feeling of claustrophobia in vast spaces evokes the sound worlds of Arthur Russell and, lately, Mica Levi and Tirzah—expressionistically abstracted, gorgeously inhospitable. Even Space Heavy’s alt-rock songs sound twinned in spirit with Levi’s recent LPs, stirring the sonics of grime and dub into some listless form of ambient grunge.

Marshall seems pretty sad, as usual, and that seems to make him angry, as usual. But not angry like he was—perennially thwarted by the social system or romantically pummeled by whatever woman. “Flimsier” spins a gorgeous, creaking lament for a disintegrating relationship; “Hamburgerphobia” comically frames a lover’s jibes as “harsh” but “valid.” “From the Swamp,” a sunnier postcard from domesticity, describes a nagging temptation, a nostalgic throb, that he finally resists. “If it’s from the swamp,” he murmurs, flirting with the anthemic, “Then back it goes.”

As his melancholia comes up against the demands and rewards of fatherhood, Marshall experiences love in “a fugue state,” feeling himself “separate into the minutest minuscule gaps of time and space,” as he grumbles on “Hamburgerphobia.” His existential displacement manifests in a preoccupation with space: He sings of vacuums, pauses, in-betweens; empty heads, chests, and stomachs; the incomprehensible gap between one consciousness and another; the way parental love can close it.

The fixation on transitory states reflects Marshall’s long-held antipathy for rock and pop form, his shift from the primacy of hooks to vaporous transitions and antic ad-libs. On Space Heavy, his most straightforward, live-sounding production since 6 Feet Beneath the Moon yields mixed results. The barren feel suits uproarious highlight “Pink Shell,” with its James Chance-via-Big Black jitters, and Ignacio Salvadores’ sax contortions on the otherwise dreary “That Is My Life, That Is Yours.” By contrast, “If Only It Was Warmth,” a fierce plaint in live recordings, sounds pallid and defanged, though the similarly economical “Wednesday Overcast” gleams, closing the album with conspicuous neatness: “My head was empty/My life was discreet/A lot has changed/Now a lot means to me.”

What is haunting, and Krule-ian, about those lines’ delivery is their palpable anhedonia—he sounds, for all his resolute purpose, as fatalistic as ever. His supposedly fulfilled narrators are granted a fate little better than nihilism. Their burly melancholy emanates from a dysfunctional masculinity that muddles ego and love and self-loathing, that stokes paranoia and distorts beauty, but that can express vulnerability because it needs, above all, to not be fake. One interpretation of Space Heavy’s limited scope is that Marshall, knowing all this, has grown wary of masterpiece thinking and the macho ideal of tortured genius. His songs have always felt close to home, charcoal-smeared with London dusk and the nocturnal cadence of London jazz. On Space Heavy, for the first time, the great London singer-songwriter’s ambitions feel accordingly local, too.

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#king krule #space heavy #music

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