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anonymouscheeses · 3 months

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Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"

Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.

I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-

That's it.

SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.

But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever

Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh

Haha penis 🫵

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.

Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.

Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)

VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.

ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭

Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨

Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.

Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-

JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅

Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.

Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?

I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-

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loomislover · 10 months

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Puppy dog eyes ✧˖*

ethan Landry x innocent girly fem reader

in which the reader finds herself falling for someone she shouldn’t be .

tw: swearing, smut eventually, death , murder , loss of innocence, chad x reader ( kinda ) , cheating and more ! ( let me know what I forgot ) !! :) 🎀 thank you for reading

I don’t own scream or any characters mentioned! Thank you !! ( this is my first time writing ever please be patient with me !)

part 2 <3

The news of what had happened last night hadn’t completely settled in yet and after hearing what happened to Sam and Tara at the bodega you were only more horrified. “ I mean come on that asshole deserved it . you should of seen him last night “ chad says scoffing . “ still he didn’t have to die chad , he probably had a family who loved him” you say looking down . “ come on y/n your to nice , if that was me I wouldn’t care that Micheal was dead” Anika says shrugging looking over to where you sat between Ethan and Tara at the benches outside of the school . “ Chad and Anika are right y/n he had that coming to him” ethan says in response shrugging when you look at him with wide eyes do to the fact he would normally always take your side . “Alright nerds listen up” Mindy says standing up clapping her hands to draw your attention to her . “ as terrifying as this all is I’m actually glad I have a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time” Mindy says looking down referring to what had happened to them back in woodsboro . “ oh god here she goes “ chad sighs . You ,Ethan , quinn and Anika look at each other than at him confused before mindy continues her speech about how your all in a franchise. “ any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and tara .” Mindy sighs as your eyes immediately dart to the sisters. The thought of losing them makes your heart feel heavy and a unfamiliar fear lurks in your chest. “W-wait any of us ?” Ethan ask tilting his head . “ yeah” mindy says like it’s obvious before Ethan continues “ wait , am I in the friend group ?” Ethan asks raising his eye brows . “Yeah” Mindy reply’s again before Ethan says “ Am I like one of the targets- am I gonna die a virgin?” Your eyes widen at this as you both look at each other at the same time his eyes wide too. You never really thought about it like that . I mean sure it was something you wanted to do eventually but you just figured you’d do it when the time felt right . Who knew you might die before you ever got the chance to. You look to chad thinking of all the times something was about to happen between you two even something small and you just couldn’t do it something just felt wrong. “ that was a weird over share” Mindy says breaking your train of thought before she continued on “ but it brings us to our current suspects” Mindy says before turning to Ethan . “Ethan the shy dorky guy who no one suspects cause he’s so shy and dorky” . your eyes practically bulge out of your head at this . You look at her in shock “ ethan !?” You say in suprise . “Why’s he on the suspect list ? He hasnt done anything wrong” you say gesturing towards him as everyone raises an eyebrow at how defensive your being . “ yeah why am I ? cause I’m randomly chads roommate ?” Ethan says gesturing towards your boyfriend. “Roommate lottery’s can be juked , you could have fixed it to get next to us” Mindy says as ethan rolls his eyes and looks to you shrugging. “y/n !” Mindy continues looking at you now and your eyes widen . “Me!?” You say as she continues “ y/n ,y/n , y/n the sweet innocent girl who always sees the best in everyone… or is that just an act” she says and you can’t believe she would actually think it could even possibly be you . “ I mean Micheal is dead and you were pretty quick to defending ethan.” Mindy shrugs before continuing with the rest of her suspect list .

you sigh before sitting down next to Anika on sams couch . Sam coming in setting down pillows and blankets for you two so you could spend the night before going into the kitchen with chad, tara and Mindy . Everyone was here except Ethan he had left earlier but other than that Sam insisted on safety in numbers so you were all together . “this is all so crazy , the killings and ghost face” Anika says looking at you as you smile “ I know it’s so weird cause I actually used to love the stab movies me and my dad used to watch them“ you say looking down . “Stu was always my favorite” Anika says playfully nudging you and you smile admiring and appreciating your best friend as she was the one who introduced you to the rest of the group in the first place and you would forever be grateful for that . “Billy was mine” you say giggling “ a lot more weird tho when you find out he’s your friends dad” you say trying to make light of the situation . Anika smiles at you “ yeah I suppose it is pretty weird” she laughs and it seems for a moment everything in your life is gonna be fine , your all gonna be ok , but you know thats all to good to be true. And it is cause now You hear a bang come from Quinn’s bedroom door and you both jolt up from the couch and everyone else rushes into the living room it doesn’t feel real. The banging seemingly stops as chad steps in front of tara ,you look at him for a split second before thinking back to what Ethan had said the night before . But It didn’t matter now all that mattered was getting out alive. You push your self in-front of Anika and before she even has time to protest mindy screams “run!”. Quinn’s bedroom door bursts open in a thunderous jolt and Quinn’s body flys out in front of you . Everyone screams and you , Sam , mindy and Anika all stumble back as tara and chad run . “ guys come on” Tara screams as she runs out the door . But it’s to late ghostface is already upon you. “ oh fuck!” Mindy says as ghostface tilts his head tauntingly before running towards her and slashing her shoulder . As she screams out in pain ghostface looks to you and Anika . Everyone’s screaming and Sam is crying out to you to run as Anika crys for mindy . Everything goes fuzzy when ghostface grabs you by the back of your neck and all you can do now is close your eyes and wait for the pain. But it never comes you open your eyes as ghostface throws you aside roughly towards Sam and goes for Anika . You scream in horror and confusion as he grabs Anika throwing her down and wrapping his hands around her neck . “Y/n come on!” Sam says while yanking you up by your wrist . You both run into the kitchen and sam runs for a knife but there isn’t any . Someone took them , someone knew this would happen . You both look to each other in whore before both looking to the living room as Anika screams a blood curdling scream of pain. Sam thinks fast and grabs the wooden block the knifes once were. And all you can do now is put up the best fight you can.

You open you eyes head throbbing and mind foggy as you look around. Your laying on Quinn’s bedroom floor but there’s no more screaming and sunlight is streaming in through the window . You look down to your hands that are covered in blood but you know that it’s not your own . The door burst open and your surrounded but various paramedics and cops one you recognize as Quinn’s father. And that’s when the memories come flooding back. “What happened? Where are my friends? Where’s ghostface?” So many questions come from your mouth as a paramedic leans down to help you up. “ calm down y/n it’s ok just take a deep breath.” He say desperately trying to calm you . “Are you alright” he asks and you nod slowly. “ please just take me to my friends.” You say quietly.

Once you make it outside with the help of some paramedics you insisted you didn’t need you immediately lock eyes with Sam someone you beli d to be her boyfriend standing behind her . You run over and she wraps her arms around you . “Y/n your ok!” She says pulling you closer before letting go as you pull away . “ yeah something like that” you say playfully sniffling. “What happened to me last night ?” You say curious as to why you woke up alone in Quinn’s room. “ when ghostface got into Quinn’s room he pushed you out of the way to get to the window we were climbing out of” she pauses “when he pushed you you must have hit your head and passed out” she says and you don’t understand why he hadn’t killed you. You brush it off figuring there was no point in trying to make sense of it as You look behind her to only see tara, mindy and chad . “W-Where’s Anika” you choke out tears threatening to spill as you lock as with Mindy and the look on her face tells you everything you need to know. “ oh mindy” you say tears rolling down your cheeks as she hugs you before pulling away . “Chad” you hear the voice of Ethan as you turn around to see him walking closer to you . Chad runs over and grabs him roughly by his jacket. “Where were you last night” he yells at ethan . “ I had Econ you now this” ethan says defensively. you run over “chad stop let go of him” you yell pushing chad . “What’s your problem y/n he was the only one not there last night!” Chad says looking at you. “he disappears and Tara and my sister almost get killed” he says breathing heavy. “ dude I was in a study hall with 100 other people as any of them” ethan interrupts . “Fuck man” chad says before walking back to mindy and Tara . You look at Ethan tears still left on your face. Ethan hugs you tightly as he rest his head on your shoulder. “What’s wrong baby” he asks a hand stroking your hair. “Anika she’s dead” you Choke out ignoring his odd actions as another tear Rolls down your cheek and you pull away from him. Ethan walks over to Mindy and you follow “ mindy I’m so sorry” he says “step the fuck back” she Says looking at him like he’s a killer. “what is wrong with you guys ?” You say defending ethan once again “ he had Econ ! he’s done nothing wrong” you say gesturing towards him . “Why do you keep defending him?” Chad asks in response raising an eyebrow. “ he’s my friend!? And he’s yours too” you say to chad disbelief in your tone. “ yeah a friend” chad scoffs rolling his eyes . “More than I can say for you and Tara” you shout and you can’t believe you said it as everyones eyes widen. “ your crazy” chad says shaking his head in disbelief. “Whatever I’ll see you guys later” you say another tear rolling off your cheek as you walk away head hanging low half wishing chad would chase after you. And for a moment you think he does when you feel a hand on your shoulder but when you turn you see Ethan and he begins to walk away with you. “ hey I’m sorry about all that” Ethan says puppy dog eyes looking into your innocent ones pitifully. “Yeah it’s ok” you say looking back down . “Hey maybe you can come back to my dorm with me and I can cheer you up” he says looking at you with that same sweet look he always has but there’s something strange about it this time . Something else lurks behind his brown eyes…

an: I’m so sorry this is so long I was having so much fun writing this fr . thank you for 100 likes on part one and 10 followers I appreciate it ! :) 🎀 lmk if you want to be added to my tag list for the next parts !

tags ✧˖*: @iloveneilperry

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream 6 #ghostface #chad meeks martin

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thevindicativevordan · 9 months

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Jon hugged Injustice Superman, then got sent home and took the completely wrong (but wholly expected) lesson from the experience; stop trying to do more, lest you become an overachieving fascist.

Is Jon done? How on Earth do you walk that back? It's all so sad.

Anonymous asked: Any thoughts on the "resolution" and ending of Jon's mini, as well as his lukewarm future with more Tom Taylor writing?

Anonymous asked: Comics this week? Especially the ending to Adventures of Superman and the prospect of T*m Tayl*r continuing to write him?

Suppose with three asks I have to write up a post don't I? What a waste of time this all ended up being.

Haven't been reading this mini, was smart enough to learn my lesson after Son of Kal-El, but I did ask someone to DM me details just to see where Taylor left Jon. Someone was kind enough to share the details and even send me the final page. Not only is it exactly what I thought it would be, but I can't even console myself with Taylor "leaving" Jon. He's dragging the poor boy with him over to Titans, which sucks... but I've already emotionally severed my interest in Jon. After starting off by asking his dad to do more, Jon meets an evil version of his dad and gives up on trying to achieve anything beyond preserving the status quo. Only two choices for Superman are to be a hapless bystander or a fascist tyrant, and Jon's big emotional conclusion to his journey under Taylor is choosing to be feckless.

Making it all a complete farce is that Clark is doing more himself! He went to Warworld and led a slave rebellion to topple Mongul! Since returning to Earth he's teamed up with Steel to revolutionize Metropolis with Kryptonian tech. PKJ has had Clark outright say that his conversation with Jon pushed him to do more, including gathering the Superfamily together to work together as a team. Williamson has Clark trying to redeem Lex and use SuperCorp for good, and Williamson Superman is all about multiple characters "taking the next step and moving forward" per Williamson himself. Dichotomy Taylor presents here is utter bullshit, as seen with how the other Superbooks are being written. You can do more without falling into fascism, it's not a binary choice. And Jon's pacifism here is worthless because it doesn't actually change anything or benefit anyone. Murderman is still evil and won't stop, we know he has to be taken down with violence by an alternate Clark no less, Jon's hug failed to reach this guy. For fuck's sake he breaks alt Jay's arm just to make Jon mad, this guy is cartoonishly evil and beyond sympathy. Speaking of alt Jay, he's fucking dead right? No way does Murderman not kill him after Jon disappeared.

As for ol' Murderman himself, I guess Taylor might be seeding stuff for the inevitable Injustice 3. Val-Zod and Red Tornado Lois are left stranded in the Phantom Zone, which you'll recall is where Murderman ends up in what is likely to be the canonical ending. If that's why Taylor left them there then he'll probably just rehash this mini with Murderman meeting Red Tornado Lois there - she'll tell Murderman to stop and he'll flip out on her. What is left to even do with this character at this point? He's a one note dictator who reacts with murder and assaults to anyone who stands up to him. Any attempts at sympathy are wasted by how he is a mustache twirling bad guy. Only morons who worship these shitty game tie-ins as the only DC they've read think this is profound. Otherwise Clayton Henry was drawing a variant cover for Beast Planet that featured Val-Zod, maybe Taylor will bring those two back for that book. Either way I don't care. Done with Jon, Yang is coming back to write Kenan, that's the real news. Sweet dreams Jon, you had the potential to be great but now you are utterly unsalvageable.

#superman #jon kent #tom taylor #injustice

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skylernightmare · 10 days

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Hello, you weren't one of the last ten, but I do want to get to know you better, so kindly list five things that make you happy :)

Aww, thank you!

I already did a list, but it was kinda just one word answers, so I can redeem myself with this one!

1. My incredible, wonderful daughter, even though she is a little hell spawn that is growing up too fast qwq (she will be 1 next week!)

2. My beloved husband who tends to geek out over his Hobbys and it's the sweetest thing ever!

3. The art that @kore-arts made for my DCxDP Prompt. I'm still grinning like an idiot and I can die happy now.

4. My chaos kittens, that aren't really kittens anymore, but still act like it and I want to cuddle them more (they won't let me as long as my daughter is too close to me qwq)

5. My friends. The ones I have irl who didn't care that I just vanish from the face of the earth for a few months because I needed some alone time. And the ones I'm making online, who write, draw and just create so many incredible things!

(the last one changed, because I did eat something and my brain wasn't wired to think about anything but food)

Thank you again for the ask!

#I really like this #It's nice to just talk like this :3

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roboraindrop · 4 months

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My dearest, beloved Grima,

There is not a time in my memory that I have felt so strongly, so surely, that I was meant for something in this world. I have walked as a shadow for many years, fearing that no one would understand the darkness that encircles my heart in between the hours of sunlight. And then, my dear one, I met you.

You, who harbors such burdens from secrets you can never tell- Deeds you have committed which you find to horrible to repeat. No one may ever know the true depths of your treachery. That matters not to me. For in your eyes I see the truth; You are not an evil man, not truly, and I believe that with all of my soul. There is a goodness in your heart, something that longs for forgiveness. It was that longing to belong that lured you towards Saruman in the first place, wasn't it? The fear that you would never be anything more than how you were perceived... That ostracized loneliness can change a person, can draw them closer to darkness. Closer, my love, but not into completely. You were weak willed, true, but that is not such a heinous crime that you should not be redeemed. You are worthy of forgiveness, of love.

To speak of love... Love requires no repentance. Love will come to those who need it, and those who it deems worthy. My heart has chosen yours, and with reckless abandon. I care not about your past deeds, I do not need to care. The man that I see before me, the man I have grown so attached to, is so strong... Much more than a lowly worm. Your presence alone is enough to make my heavy heart feel lighter. You have not brandished a sword, but you make me feel so safe- As though no threat or harm could come to me when I am near to you. So many have shunned you, much distrust in the way they look at you... Not I. Never will I turn you away. The words that you keep locked in your heart, I long to hear them spoken in whispers in the night, for just the two of us to hear. I wish only to share your burdens in hopes that it makes them lighter, easier to carry. I would share every hardship with you, beside you... I yearn to plant the seeds of forgiveness and love in your heart, and I would water it with my love every day, until a garden blooms from where there once was only shadow. I wish to pour sunlight into your soul, so that it can warm you in your hours of darkness.

You fear you are undeserving of such kindness, such deep and unending love... I would only ask you to look into my eyes and see that there is no trace of doubt or hesitation. I know what I am getting myself into when I say that I will marry you; I am yours, in this life and the next one. My dearest Grima, son of Gálmód, I see you for who you are. I see you, and more than this, I love you. Do not ever doubt, you are so unequivocally loved.

I will love you always,

Your Rain.

#rain writes things #gushing #slithering Sycophant #letters #long post

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Opposite Ends

Chapter Two - Newest Members of Hellfire Club

C1 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Three is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 3k word count

Chapter warnings | Mention of exposure & Drug use

Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | I stayed up to 4am writing this even though I have work in the morning - I just had so many ideas for this story I had to write them before I forgot, I'm just so excited to continue this. - Anyways, if you read the entire chapter than thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it 🌻 P. x

Eddie | October 1985

'Well, her funeral' I smirked to myself as she cut me off. Y/N had come to class late, rushing to her seat and slamming her books down, not even noticing me seated next to her, eagerly awaiting her arrival. Calculus was single handley the only reason I was in my third senior year, well it was the easiest class to fail on purpose at least, its only redeeming quality was the fifty minuets of uninterrupted time I had y/n all to myself. Fifty minuets of eliciting delicious sounds from her downturned mouth due to my presence. She ignored me for the most part, like my existence could have meant less than nothing to y/n, but her facade wasn't as convincing as she thought it was. Often, I would hear her frustrated sighs at my incorrect answers to Mr Mundy's questions or when I would fiddle with my hands as I struggled to keep focused. I liked to draw as many of those sighs from her lips as I could, with trial and error I discovered what would earn me either a quiet groan or a deep scowl.

She hated me as much as I despised her.

And I loved every second of it, taunting her helped pass the time while I suffered through the most humdrum subject to torture every high school student ever.

It wasn’t y/n I hated specifically, just the stereotype she embodied to a perfect ‘T’. Perfect Grades. Perfect Family. Perfect friends. Perfect college. Perfect - boring white picket fence at the end of the cul de sac -life planned out for her. Just another sheep’s brain falling to the pressure to conform. The only interesting thing about her that didn’t make me internally cringe, was that she had apparently picked up smoking in the past couple of weeks. It was probably the most exciting rebellious act she could come up with, the quickest way to give her straighty one eighty parents early on sought heart attacks. Which is probably exactly why she went straight to the supplier and not the dealer, knowing the absolute shit I would have given her over her new found habit.

She could have been my arch nemesis, but I was still a gentleman at heart and was not about to let her embarrass herself. Well, that was until she snapped at me. I turned my face into my hand to stifle a laugh as she twisted away from me, watching Mr Mundy make his way over as the idiots behind me cat called y/n.

“What’s all this then?!” The teacher brandished his hands in the air in an attempt to regain control over the room, annoyance clouding his face. A face that turned beet red as he stood next to y/n desk. “Miss Henderson” He exclaimed, she gasped and stood ram rod straight, letting her skirt flutter down her thighs to cover her formerly exposed ass. In her hurry to get to her seat, her skirt had become caught in the metal bar that stretched across the backs of our chairs. We were in the third row, so she had only flashed her ass in – what I had to admit were pretty sexy, not what you’d expect from perfect little miss y/n – black lacy panties, to a couple of jocks on the basketball team. Although with their loud mouths, the entire school would know by lunch. With a few embellishments added to the story, I was sure.

She seemed to be thinking the same thing as she shot me a betrayed look, almost like it was my fault. As her big rounds eyes filled with accusations met mine, I knew nothing but indifference was reflected there. It was hard to tell whose face had turned a deeper shade of crimson, y/n or Mr Mundy’s, the teacher was certainly more mortified. Y/n had nothing to worry about, she had a great ass, it would only make her more desired by majority of the guys in school, even Mr Mundy seemed to be hiding a hard on as he half ran to hide behind his desk. Great, all she needed was an ego boost to that already enormous head of hers.

“Right, quieten down!” Mundy barked, writing some foreign equation on the black board, the screeching of the chalk competing against the hushed whispers that broke across the classroom. I peaked at y/n from the corner of my eyes, seeing that the colour still hadn’t drained from her face as she stared forward, rigid in her seat. She stayed like that for the rest of the lesson, but as soon as the bell rang signalling the end of class, she peeled herself from her desk and fled the classroom, I could feel the fury radiating off of her. With movements ten times slower than hers, I slid from my seat, silently laughing to myself as I imagined her face when she finds out she could no longer avoid me and go straight to Reefer Rick for the good stuff. He wasn’t getting out of jail anytime soon and if y/n wanted to keep up the act of good girl turned bad, she’d have to come to me sooner or later. I grinned like a manic at the idea of more time carved out of my day purely for taunting y/n.

“No absolutely not.” I grunted, not bothering to look up from the panic-stoking magazine article claiming Dungeons & Dragons has been tied to “violent behaviour”, “satanic worship”, “and even murder.”, to consider whatever freshman Gareth had imposed on me during lunch, I toyed with my food as he continued to beg. Even over the constant tinkle of excited chatter that filled the small cafeteria, I could practically hear the two smaller bodies buzzing with anticipation, practically levitating on the balls of their feet.

“Awh c’mon Eddie, we all leave this year. And you even said it yourself, Hellfire is your legacy and you’ll be dammed if it disappears with you when you graduate.” Damn, I thought. He had me there.

“If you graduate.” Jeff muttered under his breath. I pegged whatever piece of food I was holding at him, he leant back the fragile cafeteria chair on two legs as he brushed crumbs off his front.

“‘86 is my year, I told you that.” I snapped.

“Didn’t you say that last year?” He questioned, smiling slightly to take the sting out of the insult.

“And the year before that?” Gareth chimed in; my eyes flittered between them both.

“Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit.” I shovelled a fist full of food into my mouth. “Who the hell is this?” I questioned, partially to get the attention of my possibility of failing, gesturing to the short curly haired kid with a goofy smile and familiar eyes, he was wearing a Weird Al t-shirt, which I thought was brave, and his tall, freckled friend hovering at the edge of the table.

“Mike Wheeler.” I snapped my head up to soak in his features, yeah there was definitely a hint of Nancy in his bone structure. I didn’t mind the older Wheeler; she’d tutored me in a few classes to help me pass. And after she’d dumped Steve Harrington, sending him toppling from his pedal stool at the top of the school hierarchy to date another social outcast – Jonathon Byers - like myself, I'd decided she was alright. But Hellfire was in the middle of a campaign, I was about to point that out and question if the newbies were level one dwarfs or even had a clue what DnD was, when Gareth spoke again.

“And this is-“ He began but the shorter freshman beat him to it.

“I’m Dustin Henderson” He exclaimed proudly, grinning from ear to ear.

“Like Y/N Henderson?” I questioned loudly as my eyebrows shot up into my bangs.

“Yeah, that’s my sister-“ He responded excitedly, before dropping into a murmur as he took in my expression.

“Speak of the devil-“ Jeff mumbled.

“And the devil shall appear” Gareth finished.

I followed their eyeline, meeting the same pair of eyes from earlier in the school day, only pure unyielding rage filled their depths this time.

Alarmed chatter broke out between the current member of the hellfire club.

“Shut up.” I screeched, wielding my arms. My eyes never left y/n as she stormed over to our table, the crowds in the cafeteria parted for her like fish in the ocean did whenever a shark was nearby. An excited smile fixed itself on my face as my mind ticked over rapidly. I stood swiftly, sending lunch trays flying across the table.

“Jesus Christ” Little Henderson puffed. I pinned a hand behind my back and leant forward in a little bow, sweeping my free hand across the empty space in front of me in a grandiose gesture.

“Y/N Henderson.” I beamed as she reached our corner of the dining hall, steam practically blowing out of her ears.

Y/N | October 1985

I followed the familiar path to our usual table as the hallway gave way to the - slightly not big enough to house the entire school – cafeteria, balancing both mine and my lunch buddy’s tray in my hands. My classmates spilled out around me, exclaiming as they reunited with friends they had only been with a few hours earlier. I rolled my eyes and tried to tune into Robins fast paced chatter – “"Fast Times at Ridgemont High", paused at exactly "53 minutes and 5 seconds. Steve says that means she likes boobies! Boobies!" She whispered-shouted, a pang of guilt stabbed through me, Robin had come out to me a few weeks earlier, after incessantly badgering her about her seemingly relationship with Steve, she had told me the truth about her. She had assured me a hundred times that if she didn’t feel comfortable or trust me, she never would have told me. But I still couldn’t help but feel that I had forced her hand. I smiled at her as her curly haired bob shook as she animatedly repeated her conversation with Steve from last night’s shift at Hawkins local Family Video. Hard to believe that a year ago I would have avoided eye contact with someone like Robin, lest someone see me conversing with a band geek, and now she was one of my favourite people in the world.

We tittered on the edge of the cafeteria, looking for Max as she continued. “And like sometimes I get these vibes from her during practise, like she looks at me for just a second too long but maybe because there’s something on my face or I look stupid while I’m playing or I’m reading into things too much – look there’s Max.” She tugged on my arm, but I didn’t budge. While looking through the throng of teenage bodies, looking for a whisp of Max’s tell-tale red hair I had set my eyes on something that rooted me to the spot, frozen with cold anger. Only for a second though, before my brain caught up with my what my body had decided, shoving our lunch trays into Robin’s arms as my legs carried with me with long purposeful strides across the dining hall towards my younger brother, enthralled in conversation with Edward Munson. For a second the wild thought of Eddie telling them what happened in calculus earlier, crossed my mind. No, Eddie and I didn’t like each other but I had never actually done anything that bad to him to warrant such behaviour. Surely, he had enough decency to keep those plump lips of his shut.

I hadn’t warned Dustin away because Eddie played DnD, it wasn’t because people called him a freak or the fact that he wore that title like a proud medal on his chest, never missing an opportunity to live up to it. It was because I was sure he was well aware of the habit I had recently picked up, and even though he had never let on that he knew or questioned if I really hated him that much to have gone to the much scarier Reefer Rick instead of the pariah high school kid. I did not trust him to not let something slip to Dustin, accident or not, he would definitely let my brother in on the know somehow, just to cause shit for me. I would also never live down the 'hypocritical' title if Dustin found out and thought I judged Eddie for participating in the exact same activities I did.

Robin pulled at my sleeve “Y/n, y/n, what are you doing?” she questioned loudly as she struggled to keep up with me. People turned to shout at me as I shoved through the crowd, their angry expressions quickly fading to one of minding their own business, backing off as they took in my appearance, which no doubt was murderous. Robin slowed as she honed in on what I was heading to.

“Oh” She trailed off.

“Y/N Henderson.” For a crazy moment I thought Eddie prepared himself to embrace me, but he just bowed low in front of me, in a very Eddie like fashion. I ignored him completely, spinning to face Dustin.

“What the hell did I tell you.” I spat.

“Hey, Hey, Hey.” Eddie grinned, rushing to the rescue, he slid in between me and the table, resting back on the ancient surface. He had his hands up in a non-threatening way like he was dealing with a dangerous animal, hell with our history, that’s probably exactly what he thought of me. He leaned further back on the table, smiling cockily and I stood back automatically, his position exposed himself to me in a way that made me extremely aware of the contours of his body. “That’s the newest members of Hellfire you’re abusing there Miss y/n” He cocked his head to the side, a movement I would have missed if I hadn’t of been watching him. His eyes appraised me, waiting for my comeback. Well, I wasn’t one to disappoint.

“And that’s my underage brother you’re corrupting Munson,” ‘Newest members of hellfire’ I repeated with a slow shake of my head. “Like hell they are.” I turned back to Dustin.

“You are not joining them.” I half growled.

“I’m in high school now y/n, I can do what I want.” He puffed out his chest, backpack sitting nerdly high on his shoulders, my demeanour softened at his innocence. I was subconsciously aware of Max cautiously elbowing her way to stand at my side, her eyes silently questioning the exchange between me and my brother. Robin tottered on her feet, anxiously chewing her nails as her eyes bounced back and forth between me and Eddie. The latter clasped his hands together eagerly.

“Perfect, your first meeting will be tonight, at seven!” His words were for Dustin, but his eyes were on me, daring me to disagree.

“And how exactly do you plan on getting there kids?” I asked mockingly, both Mike and Dustin’s faces fell at the use of that word, since they had both grown taller than me apparently I wasn’t allowed to use it anymore.

“You’ll drive us.” Dustin assumed, looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Like fu-“

“I can pick you up, my van is big enough for you both, I’ll just call corners cause there is no seatbelts in the back.” His seated group at the table sniggered. I spun back to Eddie, giving him my full attention now, it seemed to be what he wanted. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, waiting for me to accept my fate.

“You. Are. Not. Driving. Them.” I spat out each word slowly with venom, so even someone as obviously reckless as Eddie could understand. He smiled slowly, waiting for me to accept defeat.

“So…?” He drawled, but I whirled away before my violent thoughts turned into violent actions.

“So we’ll see you at seven.” I heard Dustin gleefully say through a toothy grin. Max and Robin, who had stayed quiet through the whole exchange, watching with bated breath, followed hot on my heels as I tried to escape the suffocating presence that was Eddie himself. I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy. I wasn’t watching him, but I had sat through too many of his random outbursts over the past four years, to easily picture how he looked now as I heard him mount the table.

“Oh y/n” He cooed, loud enough to catch the attention of surrounding tables, their occupants chatter died down to watch the mockery. I turned to face him, knowing exactly where to meet his eyes, my back ramrod straight as a prickly heat grew from my stomach. A cheeky smirk played on his lips as his took in the sight of me, apparently deciding something. Resolve hardened in his eyes and he stepped across the table, moving closer so he could lower his voice. “Rick is currently…. Indisposed. Come and see me sometime”

With a quick smile his hands shot up to form devil horns at his temples, his tongue flicking in my direction as a husky sound grew in his chest. A sweet smile – such a different contrast to the display of rudeness earlier – slowly spread across his face as his hands dropped to his sides.

Robin gasped at my side and Max turned to look at me uncertainly. Suddenly the baggie that was sitting, crushed underneath heavy books, at the bottom of my school bags front pocket, only containing less than a gram at this point, felt like it was glowing red and blistering hot, with a sign screaming empty.

My thoughts clouded. Son of a bit-.

Chapter Three

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sarahjtv · 7 months

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My Hero Academia Chapter 403: The End of an Era and The Beginning

It's been a while since I did this mainly due to being busy with Grad School (which I'm almost done with thank god). But, I don't think a chapter has gotten me this hyped since Shoto Todoroki: Rising and Ochako's chapter where she saves Toga. Since the chapter is officially released, I can scream, cry, and kick my feet with you all in these bullet points. God, I love My Hero Academia, y'all.

• First off, HOLY SHIT KATSUKI BAKUGO IS ALIVE!!!!!! Apparently, it has been over 400 days since he was initially killed and brought every Bakugo lover to their knees in tears including myself. I still remember leaks night when that happened and pretty much everyone was in mourning. Then leaks night happens for his revival and everyone is celebrating like it's the second coming of Christ or something and I'm with them!

• We all knew that Bakugo would come back to life once Edgeshot started surgery on his heart, but it was the way his resurrection would be executed that I was wondering about. I can see why the whole "Edgeshot suddenly sacrifices himself to save Bakugo" would lessen the impact of his "death", but I really don't care much anymore because the way Kohei Horikoshi brought Bakugo back was SO good!

• Think about it: All Might is on the brink of death in the hands of All For One. All the red flags are there including the flashback of baby Toshinori (SO CUTE BTW LOOK AT THAT BIG LAUGH🥺) and his mother (whom he absolutely inherited his hairstyle from) in this very chapter. Gentle wants to help save him, but he's focused on keeping UA in the air. Every pro hero, UA student, and the Big 3 are either severely injured, passed out, or too preoccupied with something else to take on AFO. And even Izuku Midoriya, his protege, is busy dealing with Tomura Shigaraki in order to prevent him from turning Japan into dust. The only other person who can possibly save All Might now is Bakugo despite probably still being seriously injured himself.

• And this is great for Bakugo because this is his chance to save All Might. Not only is All Might his idol and his hero, but he is also the man Bakugo truly believes he destroyed after being kidnapped in Kamino Ward. I still believe Bakugo hasn't truly forgiven himself for that yet and this would be his way of redeeming himself. This reason alone is why I don't think All Might will die in this final arc. And if he does, I will be devastated because I really want to see him survive until the end.

• I am going to conclude this by commenting on how incredible Horikoshi is not just as a writer but as an artist because holy shit he needed that 2 week break. We got an incredible WSJ-colored Cover Page, a chapter-colored cover page, and then 15 pages of peak fiction. Those final pages once it's revealed that Bakugo is alive will live in my head rent-free for the rest of my days. ESPECIALLY THOSE LAST TWO PAGES HOLY SHIT! THE FACES, THE TEARS, THE WAY TIME SUDDENLY STOPPED WHEN THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER 💚🧡 The way Horikoshi draws All Might, Bakugo, and Deku is astounding and makes me cry. Those are his adopted sons. Those boys are soulmates in some capacity whether you like it or not. It may be the end of All Might's era, but it's the beginning of a new era; a new generation of heroes with Deku and Bakugo taking the lead. I can't wait for next week!

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Cyber Angel Cynthia

cw for: torture mostly theres a lot of that in both part one and two

anyways heres some dark ass cyberpunk stuff i wrote for a character ill be playing in a ttrpg

anyways i do have a model design for the cyber angel ill post it at the bottom

(divider credits to: samspenandsword for the big one and saradika for the smaller one)

people to tag: @chevcore @bluebeepboop @aliceslimegirlsupreme @steamfunkoo7 @spookychan360

writing under the cut! please take the warning seriously and enjoy the writing!

I started the stream, I watched out of the corner of my eye as the numbers ticked higher and higher. I took a breath as I let my persona take hold over me. The model coming into full view as the tracking points adjusted to my body once more.

“Cyber Angel Cynthia has arrived for you all! Shall we redeem someone today or shall we let them fall to dust?” I asked, giggling as I entered the room I held my victim for today in.

He sat there, shaking in fear as I entered. I smiled as I walked closer to him, getting a good look at him.

“What is our verdict everyone? Will he be redeemed or will we let him fall?” I asked, watching as all the messages flooded in.

“The verdict is in,” I said grabbing the jaw of the man in front of me. “You’ll be reduced to dust tonight. Now the question remains? Where do we start?”

I watched as the requests began pouring in, watching as they kept donating with messages containing the some of the most sadistic requests I’ve ever seen.

“Let’s start with a simple one tonight. I want to draw this out as long as possible.

As the requests poured in, the more I just kept torturing this man.

“What a rough condition you’ve all put him in. I can only imagine what a story he’s gonna have.”

The man in front of me was bruised, bleeding, and barely breathing at this point.

“The timer has hit 5 hours everyone! It’s time for the ending of it all!” I said cheerfully, crushing his skull into the ground. Brain, blood and bits of bone getting all over the room.

“That’s all for tonight! Goodbye everyone. Come up with some fun requests for me to do next time!” I said cheerfully as I closed out the stream and sighed. What a cleaning nightmare this would be.

“Hey J, someone’s here for you.” My roommate said, motioning to the guy in the living room.

“Cyber Angel? I didn’t expect you to be-“

“A 6’0 trans man? Yeah you wouldn’t be the first. Nobody expects it.” I said walking over to him before sitting down balancing my head on my knee.

“Why do you stream your killings?” He asked me, looking at me slightly concerned with how little of a care I gave to the question.

“There’s an audience for everything, you just need to find the right people. Shockingly it’s not that difficult to do so.” I said, laughing to myself. Watching him get more concerned over how little I seemed to care about my victims.

“How much of what you do to those you kill is based on your audience, and how much of it is yourself?” He asked

“What is this, an interview?” I said staring him down.

“Not exactly. I want to be one of your victims. I just want some answers from you before I let you and your audience torture me.”

“You want to be judged by the cyber angel?” I asked sitting up, slightly more interested now. “But to answer the question, most of it is my audience. Occasionally I’ll do something of my own request, but it’s usually the audience who makes those choices.”

“Interesting…” he mused, “But yes I would like you to be the one to judge me. I’ve been a viewer of your streams for a long time, and I’ve been friends with your roommate for even longer.”

“I’ve never had someone come to me specifically for judgement before. But I’ll take the opportunity.“ I said smiling, “Could mess with the viewer count a bit. Could you imagine how many people would be watching knowing I am judging someone who was once one of them?” I said considering the possibilities.

“It would drive everything sky high. That’s not even factoring in how much you would make from requests.”

“Let the judgement of the angel commence then.” I said standing up and having him follow me downstairs.

“It’s really just a little room in your basement? That’s where you stream from?”

“Yep, I have an augment to make myself appear to the victim as Cynthia and one that tracks the model as well.” I explained, pushing the doors open. “Any augments I can salvage off your body before I prepare you?”

“A handful, two in my arms and two in my legs. You got a station to take them out?”

“Yep, before I do that, you got a name for me to call you by?” I asked.

“Just call me Ace, don’t attach yourself to me.”

“Alrighty, get on the table, I’ll get your augments out and I’ll take them for myself. That or I’ll sell them.” I said, motioning for Ace to lie down on the table.

I pulled out the augments, no pain and in relatively good condition, just in need of a little cleaning. I set them off to the side, before motioning him to follow me to the room he would be judged in.

Before I knew it, I was Cyber Angel again. The stream had started, Ace was tied up to be judged and the requests were flowing in at an absurd rate. The fact of one who was once of the audience members was being judged quadrupled my numbers, requests and cash were flowing in.

Ace had been whipped, had multiple of his bones broken and shattered, he was bruised and bleeding. He was barely clinging to what little life he still had.

“Do you have a message for the audience you were once apart of?” I asked Ace, surveying the damage done to him. I pulled his gag out and I saw the chat go crazy with excitement.

“I’m glad you are my demise Cyber Angel. I think the clock has finally hit 5 hours, is it my time for final judgement?” Ace said, smiling hazily as he looked at me.

“Yes, that it is.” I responded, smiling sweetly at him as I beat his skull in with a metal pipe.

if you read this far yayyy please let me know what you think of it

anyways here is the cyber angel! im so happy with how she turned out!

#the iron quill writes #cw #tw torture #cyberpunk

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watchinglikeafangirl · 2 years

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Tumblr is a mess, so I can't find the post that inspired me to write this analysis. It was basically just a post filled with screenshots but now I have to take them myself which is too much effort lol.

Nevermind, here it is because I'm rotting in vegaspete hell and literally dreamt about these two the other night which concerns me a little bit...

VegasPete - a weird meta with chaotic thoughts

So I'm gonna split this is in half but it's about the very dramatic last scene before the credits. I'm talking about the scene Vegas gets shot which left me in pieces and these two really can't get enough of their dramatic act. Like BibleBuild are too good at this, they make me cry each time...

But nevermind. What I'm gonna talk about are the color concept in this scene - because we all know colors say a lot more than we might think - and then it's gonna be some meta about the dialogue between them.

Color theory and religion

We see Vegas more or less stumbling his way alongside the pool, the gun in his hands. He's obviously a broken man and the scenery around him mirrors all of that. It's mainly blue due to the pool though there is a small part of red in the background. His face is mostly just seen halfway because apart from all this blue lights, it's very dark. Not just his bodylanguage shows it all, the whole scenery screams sadness, grief, depression and isolation. The perfect spot to kill oneself.

Many have already pointed out how closely connected VegasPete and religious artefacts are in this show and I would say the pool, which is only seen two times this entire scene, represents holy water. It is deep blue, it's very shiny, very calm and seems to hold some positivity. Vegas wants to kill himself next to holy water that may wash over his dead body or will never reach him at all. It's really symbolic if you think of it. The pool is right there, it could "save" him from hell but he thinks he doesn't deserve any of it and should just die and go to hell. Still, the chance to be redeemed in front of God is right there but he doesn't take it. He doesn't have any self-esteem left, he doesn't deserve any of it in his eyes.

It goes so far, he holds the gun to his head until Pete pops up last minute. Pete originally wore a white shirt that reflects the blue light of the pool so much, he's more or less glowing, really. He saves Vegas and Vegas, who felt like nobody cares how he feels after his father died, who was saved by his loved one, lets out a scream of frustration. More so, the blue light is now a lot more red on him. It is love in a way and it's a short second of relief. But then again, the lights around him turn darker and more blue until he hides in the darkness again. Vegas is really at his lowest point and of course it affects Pete as well. The colors of his shots are not any different.

Then when Vegas is about to break down, Pete hugs him from behind. He holds him tightly. He is still glowing and this whole scene weights so much heavier than every other before. I can't really name what it is but each word and guesture shows the importance of the characters for each other. The way Pete keeps holding Vegas while shining that much, he looks like an angel holding a lost soul. It's breath-taking and kinda beautiful if you ask me. Those things make this scene so pure. They mean everything they say with words and their bodies and that kind of devotion is incredible.

Vegas still rejects Pete and gets up again, shoulders falling, head hanging, arms protecting. He is still broken. But Pete being there still makes a difference and Vegas can't deny Pete is the only person he wanted there, the person he wished would be there when he was about to shoot himself. Vegas is in a reddish light now but it's still gloomy around him. It's a technique to draw a line between them. Vegas got up and rejected Pete - red light because of love and war. Pete stays on the ground - blue light because he got rejected. And then it's the first time we see the pool. It's when Pete begs Vegas to stay. An angel that held a lost soul but said soul is now vanishing but the angel is still an angel trying to help the lost soul next to the holy water. I know, complicated and I'll try to explain what I mean. You see, Pete really wants Vegas to hear him out, he stays on his knees, begging. The holy water aka pool is still there and like I said before, Vegas kept a certain distance to it. We never even saw the pool before but now we do which means Pete, who looks like an angel, is Vegas' chance to redeem himself. He is Vegas' holy water. Guys, I freaked out when I saw this.

Pete continues to stay blue but awakens something in Vegas when he gets angry. Vegas starts to listen, is concerned and his red light shines on Pete's face the moment he starts turning around. It's love between them. But love has the same color as blood. Vegas gets shot and the love is turned into war. Pete aggressively shoots that guy, completely blue, screaming all over the place, eyes wide. He is shocked. He had his Vegas back and now that's taken from him again. So yes, he is blue.

And then we get this point of view with Vegas lying next to the pool, nearly touching it and Pete above him with blood on his back that freaking looks like wings. Like this shot gives me Romeo and Juliet vibes, truly. It felt as religious as this one. Pete is a fallen angel, covered in blood because his love "died". The suit covered all that blood from before because he put on a mask whenever he wore his uniform. But now he unleashes his true self which is as destructive as Vegas'. In the end, Vegas never fell into the holy water and Pete lost his wings so many years ago. This image mirrors all these two characters are about, how much their past marked them. Vegas never felt like he was enough because he tried to reach the ideal his father always demanded. And Pete got beaten even when he won and was left unnoticed until he wasn't himself any more. So this situation here shows all of that coming back to them. It's closure.

Dialogue and giving up

Okay, i have to calm down, I got all worked up for the other part.

The scene starts truly heartbreaking because Vegas is stuck in his head. He repeats the same sentences and Pete keeps assuring him he's there which shows the furstration and despair they feel. Vegas feels left alone now. His father is dead, got killed and even though he hated him, Gun gave him a moment to shine. But it was all for nothing. Getting the approval of his father was not what fulfilled him and now that Gun is dead, Vegas' whole word crumbles.

"I got nothing left."

Pete knows the pain Vegas is in but he has to remind Vegas there's no nothing when he is "right here". Vegas is not alone but he seems to not hear any of Pete's words. He knows Pete is there, yes but he doesn't appreciate it. He falls on his knees, teary voice breaking, wondering why he is even worth it.

But he hides his face when he asks. He can't hide his voice but he can hide his feelings. He looks away because he wants Pete there, he doesn't want to send Pete away. His words are not true thus he turns away and his face is not visible. The way his voice breaks is Pete's sign that he was right to come looking for Vegas, that Vegas needs him and is only angry and sad and overwhelmed.

"Would you stop saying that you got nothing left?"

Vegas' despair is frustrating Pete because he is not appreciated and pushed away when he clearly wants to be there for Vegas. They both don't have to suffer on their own any longer, so Pete tries to get Vegas out of his head into the real world where Pete is there and won't leave. Vegas wanted to shoot himself just moments ago when he was all by himself, there's the danger of him trying again once he is left alone and Pete just wants to save him from that hole.

"Don't turn you back on me like this. Because...because I'm hungry."

That was the moment I teared up because it's so obviously about something else than food. Don't know if I even need to explain what it's about but it was the line that made me understand how deep the dom/sub desires and needs between them were. Pete craves Vegas, his "food". Vegas is not looking at him, Vegas is evading him because it hurts to see he makes Pete suffer because he himself suffers.

But it's not just about love and how desperatly Pete wants to be appreciated and how much he misses Vegas. No, Pete likes being taken care of and he knows Vegas likes to take care of him. He submittes to Vegas in such an open way like he never did before. Before, he was forced but he chooses to indetify as Vegas' pet and the question here is, how deep does that need go? Is he just saying that because he wants Vegas to stop saying nobody cares or does he really see himself as Vegas' pet? I'd say it's a bit of both. Pete wants to be appreciated, he needs the recognition only Vegas can give him and the only way he will feel good is when Vegas looks at him, sees him and takes care of him. He is hungry for attention and love and he tries to remind Vegas of him, tries to remind Vegas of his existence. Pete won't give up. So, he gets angry when Vegas says "Can somebody else take you to eat" because it's a rejection. Vegas rejects Pete's offer to go with him and be with him and escape it all. The pain is too much, Vegas always isolates himself when angry and forgets other people. He still pushes Pete away though he didn't forget him, not like before but I don't know if that's comforting to know...

"And why the heck did you tell me that you wanted to be with me?"

When Pete starts to yell, something changes within Vegas. He recognizes Pete. Pete has feelings and those are hurt because Vegas is doing the same mistake. He sees that and stops with his act of isolation.

"I'm your pet, aren't I? And I'm hungry now. And you walked out. So I had to come find my owner."

Pete is going all out to be heard and right here, Vegas listens. Pete reminds him of all the feelings they shared when they were alone, reminds him of what Vegas holds as memory so deerly. He is truly devastated because Vegas just left the room without him as if he doesn't exist. Not being seen by everbody else is fine but not being seen by Vegas hurts the most.

This is just really interesting to see because we never saw Pete beg Vegas. We never saw him get on his knees and giving up any control or pride. It's too raw and thankfully Vegas snaps out of it, even turns around when Pete asks him to. This whole dialogue is a rollercoaster because the voices change from teary to disappointed to yelling to soothing and I just need to lie down for a bit.

"Vegas. Vegas. Could you please turn around to see me?"

#vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #build jakapan #bible wichapas #i can't get over them

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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did you just say good news? 👀

There may or may not be a fic featuring Fanboy Garcia coming out within the next 24 hours. And this may or may not be an excerpt from said fic:

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head at himself. "Maybe I can redeem myself." "And maybe I'm not interested," you retorted. The response hung in the air between you, the sheepish smile slipping from his face, instead replaced by a slightly bewildered expression. You couldn't entirely blame him. The words had come out sharper than you'd meant them to, and all things told, this was far from the worst pick up attempt you'd ever faced. "I'm sorry," you sighed, shoulders relaxing from where they'd raised up in defense. "I just--I don't date sailors. You're wasting your time with me." Confusion overtook his features, his eyebrows drawing together in a questioning look as his head tilted to the left. It was almost like he'd never experienced rejection, which, based on his boyish good looks, you wouldn't be all that surprising. "You do know you're at Navy bar, right?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. "And you do know that people come to bars for reasons other than picking someone up, right?" you returned, mirroring his head tilt. He laughed at this, acquiescing the point with a nod. "I don't suppose it'd make a difference if I told you I was more of a pilot than an actual sailor, would it?" You eyed his hair, the buzzed short cut unusually basic for a Top Gun boy. His demeanor also seemed to hide the trademark overinflated sense of ego especially well. Compared to Kayleigh's Texan from last year, you had to wonder if he was lying in hopes that your answer would be anything other than what it was. "Not a good difference," you answered, a smirk curling up at the corner of your lips. "I don't even talk to Naval Aviators if i can help it."

#fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #fanboy mickey garcia #top gun fic #tailspin #fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy garcia x oc #coming soon #fanboy garcia fic #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x oc #mickey garcia fic #fanboy x reader #fanboy x oc

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I Didn't Know You Were Keeping Count - Part IV: Lark, continued

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Happy Friday! Please enjoy the aftermath of open mic night and Leara's continuously unraveling mental state. I do appreciate all the feedback I've recieved on this story. It's a difficult story to write: on the one hand, I'm building toward a satisfying ending where Bishop gets his comeuppance and Leara comes into her own as Dragonborn, but on the other, taking Leara through the dark valley before we get to the other side is hard. Next chapter she really does pass through the dark as she decends into Blackreach on the hunt for the Elder Scroll, with no one but Bishop for company. Certainly nothing will go wrong, right?

Thank you, @ravenmind2001, for your feedback! ✨

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Content Warnings: Attempted sexual coercion and assault

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“I was going to bring you a lovely bone,” Leara whispered, stroking Karnwyr’s ears. “But I was getting overwhelmed, and Bishop wasn’t playing nice with people. It was . . . not a good evening.”

Karnwyr wagged his tail, lazily thumping it against her legs. Leara pressed a kiss to his soft head. Lifting his head, Karnwyr licked her chin, as if to say, “It’s okay.” This only drew a sigh from the tired Dragonborn. She resumed scratching the wolf.

“I saw Ulfric Stormcloak,” she continued. “I haven’t seen him since that night – I can’t really count that dragon attack in Helgen, can I?” Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them on the sleeve of her nightgown, sniffing. “I was so scared, am scared, that he’ll discover who I am, what I was. What I did. That he’ll kill me.” More tears sprang up. She draped her arm over her face, chest heaving. Karnwyr whined. “He was so nice, though. He saved me from Alec’s ridiculous dinner invitation. I wanted to eat with Ulfric, I did – after what I did to him, now I want to know him, too. Isn’t that sick?”

Karnwyr laid his head across her shoulder. Leara dropped her arm from her face to wrap it around the wolf’s shoulders. “Sometimes I don’t know myself. Blade, Thalmor, Dragonborn. That’s some kind of unholy trinity. They all contradict each other horribly.” Her chest hurt. “I think I’m a monster.”

(*)(*)(*)

The door to her room opened. Air caught in her throat.

“Get down from there, you rascal!” came Bishop’s voice.

She was thankful for the dark. She didn’t want him to see her tears.

“Down, you,” Bishop’s voice was closer. With a grunt, Karnwyr lumbered off the bed.

At the same time, Leara sat up. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.

“You don’t wanna spend the night alone, do you?�� he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. He reeked of mead.

Was that too much to ask for anymore, a night alone? “Why?"

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, husky. His hand was on her knee. “You’ve seen me looking at you, and what’s more I’ve seen you stealing glances at me! I’m not going to sit here and play your games. You can’t lie to yourself, and neither can I."

What in the ever-loving name of Akatosh? “You’re delusional,” she said, drawing her leg from under his hand to fold against her chest; she wrapped her arms around her knees. “I keep looking at you because you keep talking to me.” Like an over insistent child with none of the redeeming cuteness.

Bishop laughed. “You are funny. And despite – or perhaps because of your sharp tongue, I find you quite irresistible.”

Fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. She didn’t need a light to feel his close presence. Why was he doing this, tonight of all nights when her head and heart were already in a dizzying whirlwind? Why did he have to intrude with his own wild emotions when hers were still in turmoil? “I’m not in the mood, Bishop,” she murmured. Nor would she be, she decided. Ever.

He hummed, his hand trailing up her shin and around the hem of her nightgown, the blanket having fallen away when she drew her feet up. “I really do want to see what’s under your clothes.” He toyed with her hem. “What sweet, tempting surprises you hold. I want to rip it off you. Has anyone else ever wanted to do that to you, sweet lady?’

Anxiety and tension lined her lungs, weighing them down like lead so she couldn’t breathe. It was only by the breath of Kynareth that she was able to draw air in. It cut through her throat, flowing in a stagnant stream. Her hand shot out, gripping Bishop’s fingers on her skin in a vice grip. She dragged them away from her and the next breath came easier. “That’s none of your business,” she hissed.

He jerked his hand from hers with a growl. “All right, enough toying around! I want to claim you as my own! I want you to be mine and mine alone! If I see someone else so much as look at you wrong—"

Rage and fire consumed her, flaring through her veins. “Get out, Bishop. Now!”

“I want you—”

“What I want is for you to go sleep off this bloody stupor, because you must be roaring drunk if you’re trying to proposition me!” Leara was on her feet. Grabbing the protesting idiot by the arm, she hauled him from her room and slammed the door in his face.

“C’mon, sweetheart, quit playing hard to get!” he cried through the barrier.

Leara wedged a chair under the doorhandle. Then she pushed her nightstand and the trunk at the end of the bed against the door for good measure.

Bishop knocked on the door.

Leara fell back into the bed, her head pounding as new tears welled under her cinched eyelids. One after another escaped down her cheeks until she was crying, a silent stream in the dark. With a grunt, Karnwyr leapt back on the bed. He licked her tears. Hiccupping, Leara wrapped her arms around the wolf and buried her face in his fur.

And that was how she fell asleep.

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·•★•·

A knock on the door woke her.

Bleary eyed, Leara lifted her head from her pillow – Karnwyr’s shoulder. Carefully, so as not to wake the slumbering wolf, she pulled her arm from under his ribs and crawled to the end of the bed. It didn’t occur to her until she was in front of the door that it could be Bishop, back for round two. What time was it, anyway?

“Hello?” she called out, wiping the sleep and tearstains from her face.

“It’s Elda,” the tinny voice of the inn’s proprietor came through the door. “I have a letter for you.”

In a mad scramble, Leara cleared the furniture away from the door. She snatched a spare blanket from the wardrobe, wrapping it around her shoulders, before opening the door.

Elda stared at her.

“Good morning,” Leara greeted, leaning into the door. “You said I have a letter?”

The innkeeper held up a light vellum envelope. “Jarl’s man dropped if off not ten minutes ago,” she said, handing it over.

Leara turned it over in her hands. ‘To the Dragonborn’ was scrawled in sloping jagged letters on one side; on the other was a wax seal, deep blue and imprinted with the Bear sigil. “Did he say what it’s for?” she asked, her mind sprinting in a dozen directions: a dragon sighting or giant attack, to the Civil War, or . . . dinner. She dismissed that idea almost before it formed. This letter bore the Jarl’s seal; it must be official business.

“No, just to make sure I got it to you myself,” Elda said. “Is it about . . . the dragons?”

“I’m sure,” Leara said, lowering the letter. Elda seemed almost disappointed, as if she’d expected Leara to open the letter and share its contents with her. Leara quirked an eyebrow at the woman.

“Breakfast is in ten minutes,” Elda said, coloring.

“Thank you,” Leara called after her as the woman hurried down the hall. Leara snorted, closing the door. Letter in hand, she paced back toward the bed.

Karnwyr blinked a lazy eye up at her.

“He sent me a letter,” she told the wolf, absently giving his ears a good scratch before returning to the letter. Karnwyr yawned. “You’re right, I think it’s probably a bounty or something for the war or—” she slipped her finger un the lip, her nail cutting into the wax.

The door opened and Leara whirled around, clutching the blanket tighter around her chest.

Bishop looked like something spat out of Oblivion: his hair was tussled more than usual and his eyes bloodshot. His face was pinched into a wince. Hungover, but probably stone cold sober, too. He blinked at her, “Why are there two of you?”

“You’re hungover,” Leara said, slow and deliberate. “Do you remember anything from last night?” Because she did. All too well.

Bishop pressed a hand to his forehead, his mouth pulled down in a grimace. Not a damn thing once we left the palace. Still remember that bard’s shrieking, though.”

“That’s a shame,” Leara said, relief easing her shoulders. He didn’t remember visiting her. Thank the Nine. She gave him a sly smile, “You were so drunk when we got back here that you sang a love ballad to the barmaid. You got down on your knees to propose at one point, but passed out before you could.”

“I – what?” He squinted at her, shaking his head in vague denial. “You’re screwing with me.”

“You make it easy, pulling stunts like that.”

Bishop only groaned.

Leara smothered a laugh as she went about the room, gathering her things. It wasn’t revenge if he did this to himself, was it? Jokes at his expense were, he decided. She also decided that she didn’t care. “Breakfast is in a few minutes,” she told him, her back to him as she laid her armor out on the bed. “You should get your things together. We’ll be leaving soon.”

“Taskmaster.”

He left, shutting the door behind him, and Leara pulled her nightgown over her. “He’s such an idiot,” she told Karnwyr as she pulled her leggings on.

Karnwyr woofed in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to dress. The silver placed settled into place like a second, much harder skin. Her blue silk and chiffon dress hung on the wardrobe door, a bittersweet reminder of the night before. Sighing, she took it down and wrapped it in its parcel. In minutes, her bag was packed, and the room set back to rights.

Exiting, she found Bishop leaning against the wall across from her room, his knapsack slung over one shoulder. “Can’t say I didn’t miss that armor last night.”

“I can,” Leara rolled her eyes.

·•★•·

Leara ran her fingers over the soft leather. The hood was dyed a deep cerulean only a few shades darker than her eyes, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the color. Lined with white rabbit fur, there was a dark blue cowl sewn into the neck with silver stitching. It was beautiful. And out of her price range, even after selling the dragonscales.

She set the hood back on the top tier of the display table with a pang of longing and picked up a different one from the neighboring table. This one was a dull brown, its stitching plain, and the attached cowl a thick grey. Serviceable and utilitarian. She stole another glance at the blue hood, displayed with other high-end crafted items. By the time she could afford an artisan piece like that, that hood would be long since sold.

“Are you done yet, or are you going to spend another half hour on the same two hoods?”

“No, I’m coming.” Plain hood in hand, Leara made her way to the counter, Bishop’s exasperated eye roll not lost on her. She set the hood on counter alongside the insulated under clothes and small sewing kit. “This is everything,” she told the clerk. The young Breton nodded and began tallying her total.

“What’s the thread and needle for?” Bishop asked as Leara began to count out the correct number of septims. “Are you going to darn my socks?”

“Darn them yourself,” Leara sneered as she packed her purchases into her bag. “This is in case someone rips you a new one and I have to stuff your guts back inside you and sew you together.”

Behind the counter, the clerk snorted. Bishop scowled at her, and the girl’s ears turned red. He faced Leara, who made no effort to hide the amusement on her pale golden face. “Laugh now, sweetness, but we’ll see whose getting stuffed later.”

“No one, if you miss another rabbit and we have to go hungry again,” she wagged her fingers at him, dancing around his innuendo. “Now, quit scaring the shop girl.”

Outside the shop, the air was clear and bracing, humming with the bustle of the market stalls and the ringing of hammers from the blacksmith’s quarters. As they walked, Leara pulled the hood over her head, her hair pinned in preparation of such a purchase. Fixing the cowl in place over her nose, the chill in her skin retreated.

“You look like one of those Thieves Guild rats,” Bishop said.

“Maybe, but I’m warmer than you.”

Bishop twirled a finger at the sky around them. “You think this is cold? Summer in Windhelm is nothing, ladyship. Try hunting along the Sea of Ghosts during the dead of winter. If that doesn’t freeze your blood, nothing will.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Leara said as they left the market and started down the main street toward the gate.

They were passing the inn when a voice cried out Leara’s name. Or rather, title. Dragonborn.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bishop groaned.

Alec hurried across the street, clutching his plumed hat to his had as he dodged pedestrians and the occasional wagon in his mad dash to reach Leara’s side. She was thankful for the cowl, then: it hid her downturned mouth from the sycophantic bard. “Alec.”

“Good morning, my goddess! So lovely to see you again!” His eyes darted to the open gates several yards behind Leara. “Are you leaving? So soon?”

“Yes, I have a great deal of work to take care of,” she explained. “Thank you for inviting me to your performance, but I need to get back you there. Dragons to subdue, you know.”

The bard looked ready to swoon over her. “You flatter me beyond words, my lady!” He winked at her – again. He needed to see a temple healer for that. “Though I will try! If you would permit me, I would travel with you, devoting myself to writing the song of your legend! The memories we could make together would charm your heart!”

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” said Bishop. “The only thing she’ll remember of you this morning is the sight of you retreating as we leave.”

She resisted the urge to pinch her nose and smack her forehead. “Boys—"

“Think of what we could accomplish if we travelled together!” Alec cried, beseeching. “Let me join you, and your name will be sung from every rooftop in Skyrim until the end of time.”

“So, we’re playing the ignoring game now?” Bishop shouldered passed Leara and jabbed his finger at Alec’s face. “Let me tell you something, bard: only a savage wolf can truly appreciate a woman like her.”

Karnwyr whined. He was clearly just as embarrassed as Leara.

Alec tried to bat the ranger’s hand away. Failing that, he sidestepped Bishop to meet Leara’s eyes again. “So, you like wild and free men, my lady? Oh, I can show you a wild and free man right here. We could live and love together. Free.”

The only freedom Leara wanted was an escape from this measuring contest.

“Wild? Free? Pfft!” Bishop was pure contempt. “What are you going to do if you get attacked by a dragon? Pull out your lute and bore it to sleep?”

“That’s enough, both of you,” Leara said, stepping between the two idiots. They were attracting stares. Again. If Bishop wanted to protect her from the Thalmor, as he kept claiming, then he was doing a rotten job at it! They couldn’t go anywhere without him drawing attention to them. “Let’s go,” she told him. Bishop nodded.

“Leaving so soon?” Alec laughed. His laugh lines were just as stiff as every other facial expression he tried to make. It Occurred to Leara then why that was: at some point, he’d had a face sculptor take scalpel and spell to his face and the results were anything but natural. “We’re just having some fun. We wouldn’t want the savage to get jealous now, would we, my lady?”

“Goodbye, Alec,” was all she said as she made her way toward the gate, Karnwyr at her heels. Bishop let loose a loud laugh at whatever botched facial expression Alec must have made at Leara’s abrupt dismissal.

“We will meet again, my beautiful muse!” the bard called after her. “This will not be the last you see if Alec, Prince of Song!”

“We’ll see about that,” Bishop scoffed under his breath.

Leara only shook her head.

·•★•·

Green and gold auroras chased each other across the star-studded sky as they made their camp below a cliff face, hidden from the road. The night air was bitter, stirred by only the occasional gust, allowing Leara to light a fire with a small flame spell. The closer they travelled to the Sea of Ghosts, the worse the winds would get and the more difficult it would be to maintain a fire without shelter. She was thankful for her hood and the ear protection. There was more than one horror story of an elf who lost an ear to frostbite, and Skyrim’s biting cold was blistering enough to bring those tales to life.

On the other side of the fire, Bishop was fletching arrows. In the shadow play of the firelight, she half imagined him watching her. Every time she stole a peek to see, his eyes were focused on trimming the feathers of shaving the shaft of his arrows. Near the fire, Karnwyr was curled in a ball, faint snores blowing from his nose.

In the quiet of the boreal lights, Leara’s mind wandered back to the letter from Ulfric. Whatever its contents, she hoped they weren’t too pressing that the Jarl would be offended at her not answering while still in the city. Divines, what if they were a court summons?

Rummaging through her bag, Leara’s heartbeat quickened. She took out her clothes and journals, but she didn’t see the letter. Soon the entire contents of her bag were strewn across her bedroll, no letter to be found. Delphine’s note from Ustengrav, a handful of bounties she carried out Balgruuf the Greater in Whiterun, her map, and some other papers, but no letter seal with blue wax and the Bear of Eastmarch. It was gone.

“What are you doing now?” Bishop demanded as Leara frantically stacked everything to the side and pulled back the cover of her bedroll. “Don’t tell me you’ve got snow madness.”

“I can’t fin it!”

“Can’t find what?”

“The letter!” Leara cried, searching through her belt. Disturbed from his sleep, Karnwyr looked up at her.

Bishop sighed, “You’ll have to be more specific, darling. Use you’re words. You’re normally so good with those.”

“I received a letter from the Jarl of Windhelm this morning,” she said, flipping through the journals to see if the letter was stuck between the pages. “And now I can’t find it! I haven’t read it, so I don’t know how important it was!”

“Is that it?” Bishop scoffed. He pointed his whittling knife at her. “It ever occur to you that it was a gimmick to get you into his war effort?”

“Regardless, I can’t leave a Jarl unanswered1” she snapped.

“Woah there, sweetness! I’m not the bad guy here! Don’t bite my head off!” Bishop set his fetching down. “What are you going to do, really? Go back to Windhelm, march up to his throne, and say, ‘oh, I’m sorry, sir! I got your letter, but I lost it without bothering to read it!’ Like that would go over well!”

Leara sank down on her disheveled bedroll, surrounded by all her worldly possessions. “Maybe I left it at the inn.”

“Then it’s been trashed,” Bishop said. “Look, it’s gone and there’s no way it’s coming back. Forget about it! You don’t want to get mixed up with a man like Ulfric Stormcloak.” Scowling, Bishop spit off to the side. “He’ll use you and then get you killed. Damned fool that I am, I’d try to protect you and get gutted in the process. It’d be suicide.”

Shoulders sagging, Leara didn’t respond as she repacked her bag. Bishop was probably right. Ulfric would likely be the death of her, one way or another. A pang of regret shot through her at the thought.

“I’m going to bed,” she whispered. Bishop shrugged in answer. Karnwyr snored.

Burrowing into her bedroll, familiar discomfort from her armor cradled her. Her hip pinched, but she ignored it, thoughts far away in a dungeon where she watches a young man shatter, his storm blue eyes caught in a whirl of lightning his screams like thunder bouncing off the walls. Leara slept fitfully that night.

Miles behind on the road, the Jarl’s letter fluttered down the embankment of the White River, pushed along by a slight night wind from the place a ranger tossed it while his lady was distracted speaking with a lying cat man. The wind pushed it on to a piece of river ice, and left it balanced precariously on the edge. In the rush of the river, the ice bumped into another sheet, and the letter slipped into the water, lost in the current.

#oc: leara roseblade #dovahkiin #bishop #anti bishop #alec the prince of song #ulfric stormcloak #karnwyr #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #fanfic #i didn't know you were keeping count #mod poat #content warning #last dragonborn

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So, About Oppenheimer,

While technically impressive, it ultimately boils down to a cramped, bloated, self-important biopic which never actually says or does anything significant whatsoever.

First of all, most importantly, this film has no reason to be three hours long. In fact there are about half a dozen points where it feels like it could have and should have ended except it just keeps going. Apparently Nolan was never taught either restraint or the age-old adage "less is more".

Worse still though, is that this entire bloated excess of time is edited like one big montage. There very well may not be a single scene in this movie that runs, uninterrupted, for longer than three minutes. The result is a senseless and endless assault on the mind that gives neither you nor the actors time to breathe. The characters can never play off each other, we're never really able to explore them, and we can never think about any given element of the plot for more than a second before the next jump cut slams something new down our throats.

This is done to create an illusion of suspense. The illusion that there is some big dramatic bombshell moment just around the corner, except it just never pays off. I can barely remember what the final scene was, because it was almost exactly like every other scene that came before it.

I caught myself thinking, halfway through the movie, that this should've been a miniseries instead, and that maybe ten hours instead of three would let us slow down and actually think for a second, but now I'm not so sure. Don't get me wrong, this movie still desperately needed time to breathe, I simply don't think more runtime would be the answer because I no longer trust Nolan to manage said runtime. Ten hours wouldn't give this movie time to breathe, it would simply add an extra seven hours of mess.

We all know Nolan loves using discontinuity editing, but this film takes it to such extremes that I can only assume he was high on cocain for most of the process, and not in a fun way. We're constantly jumping back and forth between three different storylines at three different points in time. While I admit I admire the ambition & vision involved, the execution is almost nauseating in practice.

In case you can't tell, Nolan's name will not be drawing near as much respect from me in the future.

The only good things I can really say about this film, other than the fact that it's technically well-made, are that it's at least something of a spectacle and the acting is sufficient. Nolan promised us a big explosion and we got a big explosion, and Cillian Murphy does a respectable job in the lead role. Robert Downey Jr is essentially playing the same role he always plays, but that's hardly his fault, and most of the other supporting characters are given so little to do that any problems with their performances do not have time to become apparent.

Ultimately, this film is condemned to be nothing more than another flashy, pretentious spectacle that will be rewatched primarily by white wannabe hipsters and edgelords who want to pretend they have good taste. They will like it because it puts up a very convincing illusion that something profound just happened, but because nothing profound actually happened they don't actually have to think about anything.

You should not see this film in theaters. If you insist upon subjecting yourself to it in spite of all I have said, I can't blame you, after all I have admitted there are a few redeeming qualities and it is something of a spectacle, but for your own sake, do it in the comfort of your own home.

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.63--Episodes 18-19

I have watched through S6E19; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—I still don’t think I quite like Zelena, but her giving up her magic to delay the Black Fairy’s plan was excellent. I respect her for it.

—I love Snow’s attitude about Emma’s wedding. Any place would be special if it was where Emma and Hook got married, she’s right.

—I also love David’s attitude, even if it was mostly pretense. Emma is a princess, and more importantly she’s his daughter. Of course he wants the best for her.

—Operation Best Man 🥰 I am so soft for Hook.

—I know they’re trying to draw parallels between the Black Fairy and Rumple, but I really see more of a connection between the Black Fairy and the Charmings. The Charmings had several chances to renounce Emma’s destiny as the Savior and just be a normal family with her. Every time they chose the greater good and sacrificed both their chances of having her and her chances of having them. Her being the Savior was more important and they recognized it. The Black Fairy had a chance to give up her own power to not only stay with her son, but also to allow him to be a Savior, and she chose wrong. She chose her own selfish interests over him being a Savior, and because of that she lost him.

—I don’t give a heck what they say about the Black Fairy, I will hate her until the end of time. She not only made the selfish choice and cut Rumple’s destiny, she’s also, I don’t know, had THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN AS HER SLAVES? Like, there is no angle, no initial maternal instincts that could ever redeem her from that.

—I hate Rumple’s father extra now, too! Imagine naming your child out of hatred. That’s next-level awful.

—Tiger Lily’s dress was equal parts pretty and ugly. There was a kind of frilly thing that I don’t like, but the skirt was gorgeous.

—And Blue’s fairy dress was actually pretty for once. I hate her usual outfit, but the longer, fuller skirt on this one, and the lace added to the bodice, was beautiful.

—There’s something kinda ironic about Tiger Lily being the fairy godmother of Peter Pan’s child.

—Okay, maybe I like Zelena a little bit. Hitting the Black Fairy with her car was iconic.

—Also, I love that Regina found her a car that’s not only green, but also built like a tank. Perfect for Zelena’s terrible driving skills.

—Regina asking Zelena to get Henry to New York if things go wrong is important. It shows immense growth for Regina, since being angry and cold with Zelena because of Robin’s death, and for Zelena, because she’s become the kind of person Regina would trust with her child. And for Regina, who just about lives for her kid, that’s a big step. I kind of like them getting to be sisters again. (Although any blathering about ‘being the sisters their mother wanted them to be’ is a load of crap. She didn’t give a damn about them as people, much less as sisters.)

—Once again, I must don the dunce cap. I believed Rumple would get to be the hero. Foolish of me, really.

—But you know, if my mom had A) picked her power over a good destiny for me, and B) made herself into the person who was fated to kill me, I’d be mad as hell. NO way I’d align myself with that kinda person.

—Emma’s definitely going to die. Maybe one of her parents, too, just to liven things up. Who knows, maybe Emma and Hook will die together at the altar!

#once upon a time #ouat #zelena #the black fairy #Snow White #prince David charming #Emma swan #Captain Hook #rumplestiltskin #regina mills #tiger lily #the blue fairy #martianbugsbunny reviews

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Oh God, i completely forgot to mention in my last review about my feelings towards Miranda! I was so caught up with theories and my love for Cass and all the other things, so it slipped my mind, but here i am! Again. Sorry if im being too invested and write too much, id probably get bored of myself already(:

So. I know Miranda is like the main villain and all, but since last month ive been reading a lot about her, watching, investigating and im not embarrassed to say i love this character almost as much as i love the Dimitrescus. It pains me to see so little fics written about her as the main character, truly. Yes, she's the villain, yes, she's hurt a lot of people, killed a lot, but so did the sisters? The Lady D? So if we can redeem them, even if their motives are just hunger, sure as hell we can forgive Miri her urge to bring her daughter back. Her daughter! And now im embarrassed to say that id probably do the same thing if a had a chance to bring my loved ones back, even if i dont have kids rn. Sad, but true. I think most of us would try to.

So what im trying to say, is that when i first started to read LPA i was like yes, Miranda can go to hell, but now, when i got the whole picture and i really know the character the game gave us i have to say i love her a lot and that now i have to shove my feelings for her out out the window when i read such works where she's supposed to be hated. But its okay really, im used to it by now:D

And so im really disappointed to see how little fics are out there about Miranda and mcs being together, bringing Eva back, loving each other dearly (because i certainly would!), caring about each other. Where mc makes her feel better, wiser, truly happier. Ive see like one fic about that and thats just it, no more. Thats so sad and makes me kinda want to write something myself but im too busy with finals right now.

But anyways, even if Mother Miranda is a bitch sometimes i love Miri dearly. And i get why she receives hate so much (not literally but you get the idea) but i just love her as a character. I even started drawing her portrait on my wall right next to Dani's and let me tell you - her wings are a missive pain in the ass even tho i adore them. All those little feathers and lights they reflect, jeez, so hard to pain! Still worth it tho.

And she's so divine and so godly and strong and beautiful and powerful. And she's so smart! God, she's so smart. And when she grins evilly just like that-

Again, sorry for rambling, just wanted to get this out of my chest.

As always, sending my love for you and for LPA. Stay safe❤️

i could literally never grow bored of you; your reviews/asks/messages are the highlights of my day <33

as much as i've said i don't like her and call her a feathery bitch in my writing, miranda is still a very intriguing character. like, have you read her lore? homegirl was deadass about to kill herself because she lost her daughter and couldn't save her. also, i imagine a lot of the extent she goes to in order to revive eva is because of the mold, since I'm assuming it definitely alters peoples' minds and makes them cruel (like the bakers in RE7)

a lot of people in fics, i've noticed, tend to make her out to be a 2D antagonist who does horrible stuff just because she can. in LPA (and later in TPtM), I've tried to give her very good reasons for what she does. losing her loved ones over and over, being unable to revive them, no matter what you do... that takes a toll on people, and miri's been alive for over a century, if I'm not mistaken. she's just traumatized and wants her family back

but, you're completely right. we forgive lady d and her daughters for being cruel and write off their horrible actions, but many can't do the same for miri? she has motives behind her actions, even in canon, and she's a very good villain. she deserved more screen time than what she got

we need more fics of miranda and the mc being together and being *happy*. she deserves it after everything she's gone through. she deserves to hold her daughter again

i'd definitely love to see your paintings one day! I'm sure they look lovely and you probably capture them so well <3 i can only imagine how difficult the details of her feathers are, but you've got this! and, maybe when you have some free time, you could be the one to write that happy fic with miri and her love?

you never have to apologize for speaking your thoughts, i love hearing them. come to my ask box or DMs anytime you like, and stay safe and healthy during your finals. you got this <33

#asks #long post #i talk mad shit about her on tiktok #but honestly she intrigues me #i read her lore not too long ago when i started writing tptm to get a better feel for her #and it pains me to read #like yes shes a horrible person #but honestly #if i was in her position #if i'd lost my daughter and couldn't save her no matter what i did #and if i was infected by the mold for over a century while i did what i could to bring back my daughter #id be a little crazy too #a good villain/antagonist is one we can relate to #even if they go to extreme measures #and while i dont have kids #i can understand why she'd want to go through all this trouble #and why she'd be a little crazy and cruel #you see how happy she looks when she thinks she FINALLY brought eva back in rose?#and how quickly that was crushed?#that actually hurt me #like it physically pained me #give miri a break 2022

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freyayuki · 2 years

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Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Divine Ifrit (World of Illusions) Banner 1

The Divine Ifrit (World of Illusions) event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This event came with 2 banners.

The Divine Ifrit (World of Illusions) banner 1 features the following chars and their weapons:

Noel Kreiss from Final Fantasy XIII-2 - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and BT

Cid Highwind from Final Fantasy VII (#ad) - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Edward Chris von Muir from Final Fantasy IV - 15cp, 35cp, and Ex

Missing Noel’s LD and BT. His 15cp, 35cp, and Ex are fully MLB. His Ex is Purple or at Ex+ 3/3.

Missing Cid’s LD. His 15cp and 35cp are fully MLB. Have a copy of his Ex but it hasn’t been limit broken at all.

Missing Edward’s Ex. Have his LD but not sure if I even have copies of his 15cp and 35cp.

Because I’m missing a lot of weapons from this banner, my initial plan had been to use gems to pull here. Dupes of Edward’s weapons will go towards limit breaking the copies I already have. The same could be said for dupes of Cid’s Ex.

Noel’s Ex is already at Ex+ 3/3 but won’t say no to more copies of said weapon because it gives a really good A Sphere when Purpled.

This A Sphere increases the ATK stat by a whopping 15% with an easy to fulfill activation condition. Already have dupes of Noel’s Ex but more is definitely not unwelcome.

When the Divine Ifrit (World of Illusions) banner 1 finally showed up though, I found myself with hundreds of tickets thanks to all the events and campaigns we’ve been having lately.

Also got pretty lucky in some banners and skipped a few so I’m swimming in tickets. It got to the point wherein I couldn’t redeem some of the tickets because I already have the max of 999 on hand.

So I decided to just ticket this banner instead of using gems. In fact, this banner couldn’t come fast enough because I really couldn’t wait to start using my tickets.

Didn’t want to use all of them here, of course. But I just wanted to decrease their count a bit so I can collect the ones that are time-limited.

So I started tossing tickets on this banner. Got a few dupes and the usual bronze and silver trash.

A bit later on, got a gold orb. This turned into -

My very first copy of Noel’s LD! Hell, yes! So happy to see this.

Didn’t think Noel’s LD would show up this soon. Still have 949 tickets on hand when this appeared.

Still have way too many tickets, and I’m still missing Cid’s LD and Edward’s Ex and possibly his 15cp and 35cp as well so I decided to keep pulling.

A few 10-pulls later and I got another really nice surprise. I could hardly believe it but there it was -

Yeah, that’s right. A Burst orb just showed up. Hell, yes! Was so hyped to see this.

There’s only 1 BT on this banner so already know I was about to get Noel’s Burst but was still really pleased to see this anyway.

Have no plans of upgrading Noel’s BT to BT+ 3/3, especially because I just did so for Machina Kunagiri from Final Fantasy Type-0. But still happy to have Noel’s Burst.

Still have 929 tickets when Noel’s BT showed up.

Decided to keep pulling since I’m still missing Cid’s LD and I still have a lot of tickets.

To my complete and utter surprise, my very next draw gave me another Burst orb.

Wow! Who would have thought, huh? This banner is super special awesome!

A dupe Burst can be sold for 5 Burst Tokens. You can exchange 50 Burst Tokens for any 1 BT that’s currently available in the game.

So I kept on pulling but still no sign of Cid’s LD. I did get dupes of his Ex as well as Noel’s.

Also got copies of Edward’s 15cp, 35cp, and Ex.

Got a lot of crappy pulls as well where no gold appeared at all. Can’t be too mad about these though since I did just get Noel’s LD and 2 copies of his BT.

Then a gold orb showed up and gave me another LD. Too bad it was the wrong one.

Yeah, just got a second copy of Noel’s LD. At least I haven’t MLB’d my first copy yet. But, argh! Cid LD, doko da?

When I was down to 600 tickets, decided to stop pulling for now. After redeeming the rest of the tickets I had yet to claim and doing a few quests and such that gave me more tickets, went back to this banner to pull some more.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. It wasn’t like I really needed Cid’s LD anyway. Don’t really have any plans of using him for hard content.

And I’m not planning to heavily invest in him even if I do manage to get him. Still, found myself continuing to do 10-pulls on this banner.

Was starting to lose hope of ever getting Cid’s LD though. My draws seemed to be really crappy with multiple instances of 0 golds per 10-draw.

It got to the point where I didn’t even bother waiting until all the items revealed themselves because I just ended up being disappointed so I just quickly tapped the screen to get to the draw results ASAP.

This was why I was surprised when one 10-draw finally gave me my very first copy of Cid’s LD.

This pull didn’t even give me a gold orb so I thought I was all set to get crap again.

It was a very pleasant surprise to see 3 golds on this draw - Cid’s LD, Noel’s 35cp, and Edward’s 35cp.

The last 2 were nothing more than dupes but the presence of Cid’s LD more than made up for what would otherwise have been a disappointing pull.

Now I can finally be done with this banner. Ended up spending way too many tickets for Cid’s LD but at least I was able to get everything on this banner, including 2 copies of Noel’s Burst.

AFAIK, actually managed to fully MLB Cid’s Ex, Edward’s 15cp, and Edward’s 35cp via dupes. Edward’s Ex has now been limit broken twice. Don’t have any plans of using him right now which is why I haven’t bothered to build him.

The next time Edward shows up on a banner I might pull, maybe I’ll end up with more dupes of his weapons that would let me fully MLB them without having to spend Power Stones.

As for Cid - I Purpled his Ex. Spent the Power Stones needed to MLB his LD. Completed all of his Summon Boards. Unlocked parts of his Char Boards, particularly the tiles that would give me his LD Call and LD extension passive. Bought his Bloom Stone.

For Noel, also spent the Power Stoned needed to MLB his LD. Max leveled his BT then equipped it to him. Completed all of his boards and bought his Bloom Stone. Got his High Armor and Realized it to 0/3. Equipped him with triple RF Spheres.

Started farming the co-op that came with this banner so I could get triple of their preferred Artifacts. It took a bit of time but soon managed to get perfect Artifacts for both Noel and Cid.

They’re both at Level 90 now but still stuck at Crystal Level 88 because I’ve yet to do the quest that would give me the Crystals needed to get them to Crystal Level 90.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on the Divine Ifrit (World of Illusions) banner 1? What do you think about Noel, Cid, and Edward? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

#dissidia final fantasy opera omnia #pulls for these chars:#cid highwind #final fantasy 7 #noel kreiss #final fantasy 13 #edward chris von muir #final fantasy 4 #games #gacha games #dffoo #dffoo banner pulls #dffoo ticket pulls

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