#but also!!! stop with the dark scenes i cannot see anything!!!!! thank you!!

[moodymisty]

'We float for Macragge.' That is the cutest quote ever omg. Thank you for blessing me with this, I'd never seen the meme before. The blueberries are so charming sometimes 🥺 -anon that likes excerpts

It's one of the less popular iconic WH40k memes, but I see people reference it sometimes. Here's some more funnies because I like forcing people to read this stuff.

There's also the fucking hilarious scene of an astartes with new terminator armor falling through a floor, and his buddy has to call a crew with a crane to get him out, which is fucking hysterical. (master of sanctity)

‘Some kind of sub-level here,’ reported Daellon. ‘Descending.’ ‘Wait!’ yelled Telemenus, but his warning came too late. The audio pick-ups brought the sound of splintering woods and crumbling ferrocrete followed by an almighty crash. Daellon cursed without pause over the vox. ‘Report,’ barked Arbalan. ‘Brother Daellon misjudged the load bearing of some internal stairs, brother-sergeant,’ said Telemenus, trying not to laugh. For once he was glad somebody else was attracting the negative scrutiny. There was a chuckle from Cadmael and a sigh from Arbalan. ‘Daellon, can you climb out?’ asked the sergeant. ‘Negative, a three metre drop at least. The floor will not hold my weight to pull myself up.’ ‘No threats detected,’ Telemenus added, his auspex sensors encompassing the long row of huts. ‘Understood,’ said Arbalan. He sounded impatient. ‘Daellon, remain in place, I will signal for an armoury extraction team. Telemenus, rejoin the squad.'

There's also a book I don't remember where a group of baseline humans are descending from tight steps with an astartes, and are VERY concerned at the creaking of the stairs from his weight. Chunky boi

Also here's Guilliman making a joke in Armour of Fate about him being stuck in this massive bulky armor and Sicarius just, doesn't get it. This moment was another reason why I always recommend Dark Imperium to people, it just kind of gets Guilliman and how different he is from his legion now.

Sheaves of blueprints were scattered across the desk in front of him. He spotted something of interest written on one and reached for it, gritting his teeth against the purring of the suit. He always reached with his right hand. The integration points for the Hand of Dominion on his left made picking anything up nigh on impossible, even with the over gauntlet and its underslung bolter removed. Day-to-day tasks such as this were a struggle. His armoured fingers pushed at slick plastek. Ceramite skidded across the papers, knocking them to the ground in wafting flutters. ‘Oh, for the love of…’ he grumbled as he bent awkwardly to pick them up. The Armour of Fate was bulky. As its waist joint prevented him from flexing his spine and reaching the floor, he had to kneel. He reached for the scattered flimsies. Fingertips failed to grasp the sheets, sending them fleeing in small armadas over the polished floor. He growled in frustration, abandoned his task and stood, drawing a curious look from Sicarius. ‘I have the manual dexterity of a Legio Cybernetica battle automaton!’ Guilliman said. ‘Created by the Lord of All Mankind, master of the greatest armies in the Imperium, and I cannot pick up a plastek flimsy.’ He glared at the offending articles. ‘My greatest enemy.’ There was a thoughtful quiet. ‘You are joking, my lord?’ said Sicarius. Guilliman looked at Sicarius. He had to turn all the way around to do so. The pauldrons, ornamental wings and large halo mounted on his back made it impossible for him to see over his shoulder. At least he had stopped knocking into things. There was that. ‘By the Throne, why am I expected to be serious at all times? Yes, Captain Sicarius, I am making light of my predicament. During the worst of the Great Crusade, I was known to make the occasional jest. Even after Terra fell. I did not spend my entire previous life writing deep thoughts into little notebooks, but sometimes dared to enjoy myself. I suppose that was not recorded in the hagiographies.’ ‘Humour is not something you are renowned for, my lord.’ ‘My time in this new age has revealed that to me amply.’

I have way too many random book moments stuck in my head. And not enough space for actual useful information.

#reply #or an excerpt where a tau almost convinces Sicarius not to kill her but then he changes his mind and runs up and football kicks her #or Ferrus roasting Lorgar into the next millenium #Misty's book club

[harmoonix]

🚫 Slutty Astro - Observations 🚫

"I'm a bi*** and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss"

🔞This post is dedicated to people who are over 18+ so minors are not accepted in this post due to vulgar talking and 18+ content. Thanks for understanding.

🚫 Asteroid Lisista (8064) - The most sensual side of your soul

Lisista in Fire Signs is intense and magnetic, they are very flirty and possibly can end up with a lot of people crushing for them (sometimes even without them knowing)

Lisista in Air Signs is full of charm and mystery, they have the most sexual voice heard by the human ear, and their eyes can just be very hypnotic

Lisista in Earth Signs is full of power and grace, they are like an goddess walking in a garden full of Diamonds. They have control over anything in their lives and often tend to give Dark Fairy vibes

Lisista in Water Signs is unexpected like ocean waves,you never know when they are gonna show their most horniest mood. They are secretive and come to you like a show waiting to know for more information

🚫 Asteroid Astarte (672) - Your Divine Pleasure

Astarte in Air Signs full of lust in their voice and the way they express themselves to the world,their body movements are everything

Astarte in Water Signs have lust in their eyes. Especially when you make an eye contact with them will be like "Omg i wanna make out with that person they're so hot

Astarte in Earth Signs have lust in their personality and behavior. They usually cannot control themselves most of the time when they think about some things. They are pretty naughty

Astarte in Fire Signs are full of lust but they tend to show it only when they meet the right people who deserve to see that lusty side of them. They are like something you find rare and even rarer to keep it to yourself

🚫 Asteroid Pan (4450) - Libido for life

Pan in Earth Signs like to create an intense connection with the people they love, they can be very kinky in a relationship and getting horny by little things, attractive at the first sight

Pan in Air Signs like to communicate before going into the action, they may start with a lovely conversation which could lead to an sexual scene, they might also like to make out listening to music

Pan in Fire Signs are the type of people of who can master a lot of kinks, or just having multiple kinks, they may like it rough and dominating their partners

Pan in Water Signs are the type of people who have hidden kinks, like they are also discovering themselves while they make out, they might be into making out and having a lot of eye contact

🚫 This might be off topic but Saturn - Venus aspects aswell as having Capricorn Venus in your chart can mean that you tend to be attracted to people who can be older than you, and in some cases being attracted to teachers

🚫 Virgo Mars/Mars at Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) are having such HOT body figures and appealing especially your waist

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Can we make it all night?

We don't stop, all up on my body, babe, ooh

Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a

holiday

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🚫 Scorpio and Sagittarius Mars can show an high libido in a man's chart while in a woman's chart can mean that she can be very horny

🚫 Aries and Taurus Venus in a man's chart can be an indicator that they may love to choke during the act

🚫 Someone with an Aries Venus might be the type of person to rip the clothes out of you and to throw you in the bed while trying to seduce you

🚫 Pluto aspecting Mercury loves to talk dirty during the act, they might also have an addition to moaning or rough moaning in some cases

🚫 Neptune aspecting Mars can often dream that they make out with someone in their dreams, there are cases where it can happen to not see who you are making out with but you can wake up with a horny feeling

🚫 Virgo/Gemini and Libra/Aquarius Moons might have an addiction to read 18+ books or mangas, or any kind of book/comic that has 18+ content

🚫 Lilith in Cancer in a man's chart can indicate that he might have an breast addiction while Libra Lilith in a man's chart can indicate he might have butt addiction (And this can happen to people who are LGBT+ aswell)

🚫 Vertex aspecting Lilith might be an indicator of radiating an highly sexual energy. Sometimes even without you realizing it

🚫 Vertex in the 5th and 8th house are indicators for having good pleasure in this life. Something to not satisfy only your body but you soul aswell

🚫 Venus or Juno in the 2nd house might indicate an spouse who loves to spoil their partners, spoiling at day and breaking the bed at night

🚫 Leo Mars/Venus might love to walk naked around the house even around their partners, they just love to show their bodies

🚫 Lilith aspecting Midhaven can be an indicator of people perceiving you as an very sexual/sensual person, someone who also might be very intimidating

🚫 Mars aspecting the Midheaven can be an indicator for being into sexual scandals, people perceive you as someone intense but also dangerously beautiful

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Boy, have I told ya?

I swear you put the sun up in my sky

When it's cold, you pull me closer

So hot, it's like the middle of July

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🚫 Vesta (4) aspecting Chiron indicates that the native can heal through making love, like sex can heal you and bring you power

🚫 Mars aspecting Uranus can have an sex addiction, with them you literally you're making it 24/7 even at night, they be waking up at 3 am wanting to f**k

🚫 Eros in Libra/Taurus are the type of people to look at others butt or 🍆 size through the pants if they are attracted to that person. Because Eros in these 2 signs is extremely horny

🚫 Aphrodite (1388) in Gemini or Virgo loves to hear their partners saying their name out loud, afterall they are ruled by Mercury and having an Aphrodisiac for hearing their partners out

🚫 Aphrodite (1388) combined with Aries Degrees (1°, 13°, or 25° degrees) makes the native irresistible for others and being wanted

🚫 Eros in Virgo or Gemini may be the type of people who want to hear how much you love them and how much they mean to you. They love words of affirmation but while you say that. You have to it mean it

🚫 Eros in Leo/Scorpio might love biting, they just love to bite the shit out of you. And when I mean BITING. And biting everything they see

🚫 Vesta (4) square/opposite/conjunct Venus might be prone to want more rounds of making out. Because they usually like the feeling of it

🚫 Everytime the music starts playing someone with Sagittarius Moon or Moon in the 9th house will feel sensual/appealing, they just teleport into another world when they hear music and they're sensual asf

🚫 Cancer Degrees on your ascendant (4°, 16°, 28°) gives Innocent/submissive vibes, if you are attracted to men and have these degrees. They will be into you because of your eyes, literally bambie eyes

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One touch, need your love

Me and my baby, we up in the club

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🚫 Neptune aspecting Mercury will be the type of people who will think at the naughtiest things possible, even in their sleep girly be thinking at her imaginary bf 🍆 size

🚫 Pluto - Mars aspects= I already said this, everytime I see aspects between them I think of Twilight when Edward breaks the bed with Bella

🚫 Neptune - Venus aspects are horny enough to make out in the sea at night (Again another reference to Twilight 😌) unless they have an phobia related to ocean

🚫 Venus - Pluto aspects= These aspects are giving FIFTY SHADES OF GREY vibes. They are so horny. Their hormones go to ceiling and back when they are with their loved ones

🚫 Mars in the 11th house loves to communicate a lot during the act, if you don't communicate they will get bored and you won't like what they gonna say.. They have such an high stamina

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Now we're dancing in the club

And it's fire when we touch

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🔥 So hot is like the middle of July, 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼. (I realized we are in september 😭)

Good day dear darlings 💋😍 today I'm coming with an such an hottie post for y'all 😍. And yes this post may contain photos with couples of all genders 😍🔥. Well I did some naughty posts in the past but this is something I didn't posted yet and time is out for it !!🔥 Tell me if you enjoyed the post and the observations 🔥

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✨🔥 Have an amazing day dear darlings ✨💋 full of good vibe and hood energy 🔥 ✨ May the nights be hot like the middle of July ✨

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- H a r m o o n i x

#astrology #astro observations #birth chart #astro fyp #tumblr fyp #astrology observations #astro notes #placements #astro community #horoscope #ascendant #fyp tumblr #couple #couple goals #relationship #love #aesthetic #love aesthetic #couples #observations #intense observations #18+ only #18+ content #boss #sass #asteroid observations #lovers #perfect relationship

[ughgoaway]

I need you like a heartbeat

content warnings: mentions of sex... that's kinda it the rest is just very soppy lovey-dovey stuff!! word count- 1.9k

a/n: hi!! so I kinda lied about doing under 1000 words but once I got going I couldn't stop lol. I did write this quick so if it's really bad don't tell me (please do I cannot cope not knowing). This was inspired by this request for some fluffy aftercare, thanks for the request!! this is my first time writing fluff so be gentle with me... I'm not good at being in love (haven't done it irl yet) so we'll see how it goes. also would just like to reiterate I am English but I did use braid instead of plait because I have beef with the spelling of plait, I think it's stupid so refuse to type it. also, I was gonna include a full skincare scene but alas I don't do any so had no idea what to write... anyway here you go!!

Thump. Thump. Thump. All you can hear is your heartbeat in your head, the repetitive rhythm being the only thing keeping you grounded. Without it, you fear you would just float away. You fear your weightlessness would simply cause you to disappear from the earth as you know it.

Soon a pair of hands come up to wipe your tear-stained face, you instinctively lean into the touch despite not quite remembering who it is. “Baby? Darling, you with me?”

Matty.

The calloused hands delicately wiping your face belong to your boyfriend and his touch makes the fog in your mind begin to lift. As it always does when you're around him. 2 years in and still you've never met someone you feel so clear around. That may seem unusual to some people, they all say “isn't the love of your life meant to make you a bit hazy? Make your head swirl and your mind go blank?” But no, not to you. You've never felt anything but clear around him, just so completely yourself it almost hurts. There was never any fogginess in your mind, there was nothing but a clear choice. Him. It was as if there was a spotlight on him wherever you were, he was in plain sight. The first thing you saw no matter what.

Slowly your eyes blink open and you're met with the sight of your very naked boyfriend hovering over you giving you a warm smile, “there's my sweet girl” he says staring adoringly at you. The smile was quickly mirrored by you followed by a small giggle. Despite having seen him naked 1000 times, suddenly this time was very funny. 

“What are you giggling at, hmm?” Matty says, despite lightly giggling himself, he always found your laughter so contagious. Your joy always lit up every room you were in. The pure happiness that surrounded you was so contagious it couldn't help but rub off on him. So for the first time in his 34 years of life, Matty would describe himself as giddy, not just from your giddiness infecting him but from just you in general. The love he felt for you made him feel 15 again like he was crushing on a girl way out of his league. Becoming slowly obsessed with seeing her around school. But with you, that feeling never went away, that slight obsession was ever permanent. And he loved it. He was nothing but absolutely, unbelievably obsessed with you. And he told you as such, over and over again.

“You’re naked” you manage to splutter out in your fit of giggles, Matty felt his heart flutter at the sight of you. Naked also, tears of dark mascara staining your cheeks and dozens of hickeys and bites blooming on your body but also giggling with no care in the world.

“Hate to be the one to tell you this sweetheart, but you're naked too. Don't tell me you forgot about my amazing lovemaking skills so quickly” Matty says, acting offended at your forgetfulness. 

“One,” you begin, acting mock serious at the man on top of you “Never call it lovemaking again or it will start happening substantially less” Matty laughs at you and begins pressing small kisses over the expanse of your face. “Two” you try and list off your second point but soon get lost in another fit of giggles at the myriad of kisses being littered over your face.

“I'll never get my second point out if you keep kissing me” you manage to stutter out, trying to speak but being accosted with pecks. 

“Fine, fine, sorry baby- go on,” Matty says leaning back slightly and looking back at you fondly, loving how you can go from moaning his name and crying from pleasure to giggling at your naked boyfriend.

“Thank you,” you fake clear your throat to assure your boyfriend this was a serious matter, “Two- I could never forget, I just suddenly found it funny you were naked.” You finish your statement and look up at your boyfriend. 

His hair was sweaty and sticking up in 50 directions, a pink flush decorated his cheeks and his pupils were blown so wide if you didn't know better, you'd think he had black iris’. He’d never looked more beautiful to you. Well, aside from the 50 other times you had assured yourself he never looked more beautiful.

You attempt to sit up to return the onslaught of kisses but you hiss as you're soon reminded of what you were just doing. Everything hurts, in the best way, of course, your arms feel like jelly and you can faintly feel his cum leaking out of you.

As quickly as you try to sit up you are ushered back down by Matty, “No, no don't get up sweetheart. I’m going to go get a warm cloth from the bathroom and clean you up a little yeah?”

You nod lightly, closing your eyes and resting on the silk pillowcases behind you. You are almost lulled back to sleep at the noises of your boyfriend moving around the room but a hiss soon left your mouth as Matty begins wiping you delicately.

The various marks on your thigh burn as Matty wipes your wetness off them, he apologises over and over. Only getting more insistent as he begins to wipe at your core. He starts at the top, lightly patting your clit and hushing your whimpers, hating he was hurting you. 

But soon the feeling of him cleaning stopped, you looked down only to catch your boyfriend staring longingly at the sight of his cum leaving you. For the third time tonight, giggles leave you as you stare at the blank expression on his face

“Oops sorry darling, got a bit distracted there but I'm back to business now I swear” Matty assures you before cautiously swiping at your hole and cleaning up the mess he made. The cloth was tossed aside as Matty worked his way back up your body to your face, smiling at your blissed-out look.

“You feel well enough to walk yet baby? We really need to get that makeup off and do your skincare. You’d kill me if I let you go one night without rubbing some oil or serum on your face.” 

You smile and nod at your boyfriend, preparing to walk only to be scooped up in his arms and carried into the bathroom. The cold tile of the vanity soon hit your bum causing another hiss to leave your bitten lips, red and puffy from the nights events. 

“What was the point in being able to walk if you were just gonna carry me huh handsome?” you say staring at your boyfriend while he grabs the makeup wipes and begins wiping your tear-stained cheeks. 

“Always gotta give you the princess treatment baby, just wanted to make sure if you had to walk you could. But I would never make my girl walk all the way to the bathroom! What kinda boyfriend would I be huh” he says jokingly. He's so intensely focused on finding your numerous skincare products he doesn't notice the massive smile that takes over your face. 

Matty has about 20 bottles in his hands, each one causing the confused frown on his face to grow. You stifle your laugh at his clear confusion and grab the various products from him and place them by the sink next to you. 

“Don't worry about all that tonight baby, just some moisturiser I think. I'm too knackered for much else” You notice Matty let out a relieved breath at your shortened routine, not quite sure what he would do if you wanted to do the full thing.

He grabs the small tub nestled between the mess of products on the counter and begins rubbing it in small circles on your cheeks and forehead. You almost catch your eyes closing at the feeling of him massaging your face but force yourself to keep them open to look longingly at your boyfriend's very focused face, tongue out and all.

“You wanna have a bath darling or should I just braid your hair and we call it a night?” Matty says, still rubbing your face despite all the moisturiser being applied. He just loved touching you, anyway he could. Not necessarily sexually, as much as he enjoyed that. But just loving small touches, a kiss on the cheek when he walked past, a hand on the small of your back when you stood together, even just your pinky fingers linked together as you spoke around a dinner table. Little affectionate touches kept Matty going and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to touch your very pretty face.

“Just some braids would be amazing, thank you my love” You smile at your doting boyfriend as he nods and grabs the hairbrush, slowly bruising out the multitude of knots caused by him, he's sure.

His nimble fingers pass your hair between them, slowly braiding your now neatly brushed hair. Matty grabs a hair tie and secures both of your braids at the end. Finishing with a flourish and a kiss on your nose that made your face scrunch up in that adorable way he loved.

Silently Matty picks you up again, smiling at the roll of your eyes and a bashful grin that you give him whilst in his arms. He places you on the edge of your bed before going to the chest of drawers behind him to fetch you both some clothes. 

You hold in your giggles at your boyfriend's bare bum, assuming he wouldn't love another fit of laughter at his nakedness. 

He soon returns with 2 pairs of black calvins and your favourite one of his shirts, the peach Panasonic shirt he once wore all the time. But mysteriously he stopped, about 2 years ago.

The first night you'd slept together Matty lent you that shirt, he remembers watching you sleep so soundly that morning in the shirt he adored. He vowed there and then to never wear it again, not wanting to sully it with any other memory than the memory of you.

He slipped the shirt over your shoulders and the calvins up your legs, giving your bum a cheeky pat when you lifted your hips to get them on. He followed you up the mattress and settled on the pillows, facing you and staring fondly into your eyes.

Each time your eyes met you treated it like a staring contest, never wanting to be the first to look away. The pure adoration in the other's eyes always kept you looking, staring, not ever wanting to leave that moment.

Matty broke first this time, a small celebration happened in your mind as he pulled the duvet over the two of you. He swung his arm over your shoulder as you settled on his chest. He leant down to give you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head with a large smile on his face. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, a smile evident in his voice.

Yours was slightly muffled by your head pressed into his chest but you returned his comment, “I love you too baby, thank you for making me feel good”

“Always” is the last thing Matty said, or the last thing you remember hearing before sleep took over you in the arms of the man you were sure was your soulmate.

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #request!! #omg my first request... love that #i wrote this in like an hour i apologise if its shit

[mamuzzy]

"You're right. I do deserve better" prompt for Tup/Dogma if you're accepting still ♡

Have I ever mentioned how I like pink color in dark setting? It's so weird but I really love to use dark colors + pink combination in Umbaran setting. I took me a while but it's finaly done. :)))) Thank you, Anon, for this request! I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just terribly slow. The idea came fast actually, like, what if Tup and Dogma were lovers during the Umbaran campaign? And made me ask these questions: How the Krell-incident affected their relationship? How would have Tup felt if his very boyfriend forced him to shoot his brothers? What would have Dogma done if Tup was also complicit in disobedience? Hard questions...

The picture is more like an aftermath of a conversation I have written down in this little snippet below, and after the scene where Dogma was led to the shuttle and taken away. Summary: Dogma is being held captive after Krell's execution, and Tup visits him to say goodbye. Characters: Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma Relationship: DogmaTup (clonecest) Word count: 560 Warnings: safe for read. NO BETA. Uhm... basicly a break-up fic.

Enjoy the angst :))))

The elevator door opened and Tup stepped inside the room, bucket chipped to hips, brooding and dark expression on his face. He searched for the cell Dogma was held, the man already on his feet, illuminated by the dim-lighted shields.

“Tup?” called for him the trooper behind field.

Tup stepped closer, glaring at him.

“Tup? What’s happening? Why are you here?”

“To say goodbye” said Tup as cold as he could manage, fingers crumbled into a fist, nails digging into his palm to keep collected and determined.

Dogma’s face subtly flinched by the cold tone. Somewhere deep he knew he deserved it and yet cannot help but think to descend to his knees and pleading for forgiveness for everything he had done… but the glare kept him on his toes.

“I’m sorry” he said instead, almost like a whisper.

“Being sorry doesn’t fix anything!” Tup lashed out angrily. “What are you even sorry about anyway?!”

Good point. Was he really sorry for the things that really mattered? The only thing that matters now stood here shouting at him.

“I hurt you. I don’t deserve you.”

“You are damn right on that one. I DO deserve better. You hurt not just me but everyone, Dogma. You almost got killed everyone, you defended that monster till the very end!”

“I wanted us to be safe, Tup!” Dogma found his voice. “I wanted you to be safe!”

“DON’T MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I WAS THE SOLE REASON YOU SENT OUR BROTHERS BEFORE A FIRING SQUAD, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“I did not say that.”

“Dogma, for fuck’s sake, you almost had me kill our brothers!”

“I didn’t know that Krell was set us up. It’s not about the others, it never was about the others. I never meant to hurt them. Can you understand, Tup?” Dogma looked at him pleadingly, just for a tiny spark of compassion, for understanding that subtle difference between wanting to hurt them and following orders! He followed orders, he followed orders, he… he…

“You don’t make any sense, Dogma” Tup shook his head and burrowed it into his palm. “I though you were just weird in a charming way, but never took you for a fucking psycho.”

That hurt. Fucking hurt.

“I’m not…” Dogma stepped back, knees almost gave up under his weight. “Tup… I…”

“What if I was who disobeyed? Would you have me shot down as well?”

Dogma couldn’t answer that. He didn’t know that answer because something like that never happened. Tup did not disobeyed therefor it wasn’t needed to think about such possibilities.

“There. I got my answer. Fuck you, Dogma” Tup turned his back to him, already on his way to the elevator. “I never want to see you again.”

“TUP, I LOVE YOU!!!” Dogma screamed, wanted to reach out but as soon as his fingers touched the field, it shocked him, sending tiny sparkles in the air and made the trooper cry out from pain and flinch back from the shield. The noises stopped Tup from moving, turning back him once again, on a verge of tears too, seeing his lover in pain, rubbing easing circles on his hands. But then he mustered all his strength, clung into every single drop of anger inside him to hate that miserable, disgusting slug in the cell, and left the prison.

#cloneship #clonecest #cloneshipping #dogmatup #tupdogma #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #umbara arc #the clone wars #star wars #mamuzzy writes stuff #mamuzzy draws stuff

[starflungwaddledee]

(This ask got so long I had to split it into 4 parts, sorry about that!)I love your AUs so MUCH, oh my GOD!! Bandee realizing that the world is Wrong because no good, just world would let Kirby be so, so miserable... the heartbreak of him being powerless to stop Galacta poisoning Kirby's worldview, because to directly interfere is to doom them all... the way that he does everything in his power to support Kirby and tries to protect his heart (1/4)

haha... haha...! 😅 *nervously checks under my desk for secret cameras*

but in all seriousness, thank you so much for enjoying the work and reading it with such dedication and perception!! ngl i am genuinely curious who this is tbh!

all your kind words mean a lot, i'm so happy to know the emotion comes over well in my comics work!!

rest under the cut just due to length. just general excitement and responses to the content of the asks, some minor mentions of lying/psychological manipulation.

i'm also super thrilled that you see and understand the bandee-centric vision. seeing this written out so transparently by someone else as though it was straight from my own hand was a really fun experience!! he is a loyal and heroic little dude... he loves kirby so much! save an entire timeline for his best friend? he WILL do it, no matter what!!

it does drive bandee nuts and hurts him so bad not to be able to talk about any of this with kirby directly, but galacta knight is paying such extremely close attention to kirby at that point that if bandee tried any harder than he did during that café scene, it would definitely get back to him and the jig would be up.

and indeed, kirby is directly parroting stuff galacta knight has said, word for word. it's hard to tell but some of kirby's dialogue is even in a tweaked colour (vibrant galacta knight hot pink, rather than the warmer kirby pink) to help make that clear. it's like... not what kirby would ever say or even really think, which is what makes it so sinister.

galacta knight is, as you said, poisoning kirby's worldview; and with it, kirby's legacy itself. by the time star allies occurs and they are trying to combat the effects of the jamba hearts, the citizens of dream land are not pleased when the great hero kirby shows up to help them. they're terrified

simultaneously, as you correctly pointed out, he's also damaging kirby's view of bandee. not directly bad mouthing him or anything, because he figured out that didn't work early on, but galacta knight himself certainly thinks that bandee is weak and expendable, so it's easy for him to feed that fear in kirby. especially because kirby has lost so many other friends to 'dark matter' at this point

especially because bandee is indeed all kirby has left

you absolutely hit the nail on the head with regards to the end of that café scene. it was incredibly intentional phrasing on galacta knight's behalf. he didn't even bother telling that to bandee who is- at this point- the last waddle dee in dream land. just "they're invading."

it's not even necessarily untrue; they were coming to take the waddle dees! but galacta knight can absolutely rationalise many things to kirby, at this point, by saying it puts bandee in particular at risk. he can and does weaponise their friendship, especially in the later stages of the au

we cannot afford to delay when faced with threats, kirby, not everybody is strong like you. mercy could get someone killed. make sure you train so, so hard, kirby, to protect the people you care about. make sure you make him train hard, so he isn't viewed as the vulnerable target he is.

make sure you act decisively to keep him safe.

you can ask questions later.

and if something were to 'accidentally' happen to bandee... well that would probably just confirm everything galacta knight had been saying all along.

wouldn't it?

#asks #awtdy au #cw angst #up until the another dimension fight with meta knight #where galacta knight learns he *cares* about bandee #galacta knight indeed thinks the most useful thing bandee can do is die dramatically and push kirby over the edge #*after* that realisation he is suddenly much more useful. of course.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Egocentric

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! reader

a/n: okay so rich guy with fluffy looking hair is slowly getting me down bad.

This Regrator fic was suggested by @shumidehiro :3

Warnings: mentions of 'the deed' (if that counts as a warning), intimidating conversation in general, being dressed against one's will, suggestive words

Word count: 1.6k

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When you were called into his office, you didn’t think he would be in a sour mood. It was evident from the strained smile and tilted head that he had something pestering him. As you sat down on a chair across the table, you nervously grabbed your skirt at the menacing aura radiating from him. Unlike Pantalone, you didn’t have a smile on your face.

The harbinger sighs, crosses his arms and leans back. Disturbingly enough, the smile never left his face. You shudder.

He eyes you up and down, giving way to a widening smile. "It's nice to see you my dear. You look enchanting."

"T-thank you." You mentally scold yourself for the stutter, but he doesn't seem to pay it mind.

"Ah, I just cannot understand. How do you manage to always look so captivating?"

Flatter him, you tell yourself. "I'm your wife. It is only natural that I look the part."

"Yes, of course, my dearest and loveliest jewel. Before I go on a tangent, did you get anything unwanted in the mail? I hadn't gotten the chance to look over the letters we received in the past week. Being the lady of this household, you must have gotten through them."

"We did receive letters but nothing unnecessary."

He leans in, hands now on the table. The scene feels more like an interrogation than a talk between husband and wife. "Think harder, dear. I'm sure you're smart enough to understand my point."

With that, eye contact breaks and you feel like you can breathe again. Why he called you in during his time in the office is a mystery. Pantalone never lets you in here. Going through his belongings or documents is strictly prohibited and honestly, you don't want to either, too scared of what you might read in those papers.

Not wanting to look into his eyes again, your gaze goes to his shirt. It's unbuttoned enough to show his chest, and his sleeves are rolled up as well. The visible skin makes your cheeks heat up. Next, your eyes travel to the piles of documents scattered across the room. Being maybe your third time here, you look at how the wood shines for being used so much. The stack of papers on his right is a bit too high and-

"Are you still thinking or just lost in thought?"

His voice startles you and he chuckles at the reaction. You shake your head, not wanting to offend him. "I don't understand what you mean, my lord."

"Ah, I'll get straight to the point then. There have been too many letters addressed to you. I know who they're from, yes, but I would like you to stop writing back."

The fact that he just sugar coated a command to stop replying to the few friends you were able to keep in touch with is just surprising. He gave you the liberty to write back to them after taking the responsibility of writing to your family on your behalf. So why is suddenly taking it back?

"Did something offend you?"

"Not yet, but you will if you do not obey."

The memory of being locked in the attic for a week resurfaces and you shake your head. "I'll stop writing back."

"And you will forget about them. I understand that it might be hard for someone like you, but you can't think about them anymore."

Another link to society cut off.

"Yes, my lord."

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The master bedroom has the best view in all the estate. It faces the west so you can see the sunset and also the flora and other vegetation that grows. There are flowers that glow in the dark, similar to the Monstadt lampgrass you read about. They make a mesmerising sight after dusk, one you look forward to everyday.

As you change threads to continue the embroidery, you glance up at the clock. One hour left till sunset. The Regrator is out on duty and from the message sent home, would not be coming back till at least late night. You have a peaceful evening up ahead, and you have every plan to enjoy it.

Sunset approaches as the cloth in your hand gets filled with colourful patterns of flora and such. As you carefully change threads again upon completing a small fraction of the pattern, there’s a frantic knock on the door. A maid whose name you never bothered to remember steps in, clearly out of breath. It makes you nervous because there can only be one reason behind that.

“My lady, the lord harbinger is on his way home. He sent instructions beforehand.”

Great. What a way to enjoy the evening.

With that, you’re dressed in something that would hardly classify as clothing because of how sheer it is. The belt on the sad excuse of a dress is just millimetres away from digging into your flesh and even your undergarments are lace. He wouldn’t even have to undress you. Everything is visible anyway. When the maids leave, you sulkingly go to the bed, covering yourself with the blanket and seating yourself.

You were told to stay there, which was your original plan for the evening, but being ordered to do it just makes you salty. Even worse is that Pantalone would never care about your feelings in the matter. He’s a businessman so he thinks that by giving you this life, he can have all of you as payment. You wonder just why he decided to pick you of all people.

The door suddenly opens painstakingly slowly with an eerie creak, and you realise that you forgot to draw the curtains over the window. Pantalone steps in, closing the door behind himself and shrugging off his coat. He sets his hair and you watch his elegant movements with intrigue, knowing that as soon as he opens his mouth, you’ll be bitter again. Might as well enjoy the quietness.

In fluid motions, he walks over to the window and draws the curtain, not sparing you a glance even once. You fiddle with your hands nervously under the covers, anticipating the inevitable scolding for not welcoming him and hiding yourself. Pantalone then walks over the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. His smile knowingly widens, amused, as you bite your lower lip out of apprehension.

“I went through the trouble of sending a messenger and yet here you are hiding under the covers.” He sighs, crossing his arms, “Come now. I want to see how you look in that dress.”

You hug your knees, blanket slipping off your shoulder. “I’m cold.”

“The fireplace is lit. We can sit there.”

He’s insistent, but you don’t want to listen to him. Despite being used to it, you can’t bring yourself to obey his commands this time. This either ends in you under him on the bed (sometimes being spared on the expense of a collection of marks on your body) or with his hands all over you. It has always been one of the two outcomes for whenever you’re dressed up for him.

“I did not anticipate the possibility of my wife acting like a sulking child. You didn’t welcome me as well, but I will spare you for that. Now come, before I lose my patience, dearest.”

The way the pet name was seethed out led you to remove the covers and stand up. As expected, his eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your face when a hand beckons you over. You’re immediately taken into his arms, face in his chest feeling the bare skin. The fireplace dutifully crackles as Pantalone’s hands travel up and down your figure. With a teasing squeeze to your waist, he moves back, eyes falling onto the clearly inappropriate neckline of your dress.

“You must be wondering why there was no necklace this time.”

No, I wasn’t. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ah, ever the slow one. I got you a little gift, and I thought I should put it on you myself.”

You have an idea of what the gift might be. When he takes out a box from his coat pocket and walks over to you, you start counting the seconds. The box opens and you’ve never wanted to hit your head on the wall so bad.

It’s a choker necklace that oddly resembles a collar. A jewel matching his eye colour hangs from the middle and it tickles your skin when he clasps the hook. It’s on you now, and you feel absolutely humiliated.

“Do you like it?”

“It… matches your eyes.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Knowing better than to lie, you voice your concern. “It’s nice, but I don't understand. Why a necklace like this?”

“I’m free to dress you up as I like, am I not?”

“Y-yes, my lord.”

“I’m the only one capable enough of keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world. Ah, and your embroidery work, I saw your improvement. You’re my lovely wife with the loveliest talents, so it’s only natural that I would want everyone to know, right? This shall be a staple in your wardrobe for social events and gatherings.”

“Thank you for the gift, but erm… would it not be inappropriate to wear such a thing in front of others?” If I can’t spare all the embarrassment, I could at least try to spare a little. “I would like to wear it at home, in front of you.”

“As sly as you are, I’m afraid you’ll be wearing a different mark at home.”

He steps forward, wrapping an arm around your waist, lips tickling your neck. “I wonder how the necklace would look in the midst of purple and red. Why don't we give it a try?”

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #genshin impact imagines #pantalone x reader #yandere pantalone #yandere pantalone x reader #regrator x reader #yandere regrator #yandere regrator x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin #genshin x you #genshin imagines

[cammie-morgan-goode]

On the deleted scenes, Ally said that instead of Cam seeing Mr. mosckowitz working out, Zach is also an option. But she still wrote Mosckowitz on the deleted scene. Can you fulfill my (& I know most of us, ahem) fantasy of it being Zach??? Thanks!!!

There's something weird about having boys go to your all-girls school. For one, it's an all-girls school which means no boys. For two, it's a whole different thing when said boys are trained better than you are.

Cammie hadn't realized that with the arrival of these boys, a ton of drama would ensue. She felt like she was drowning. And for the first time in her life, she was starting to feel like she just wasn't good enough.

There was a time when she was one of the best in her class. There was a time when people would see her train and think "I aspire to be that".

But now she was being overshadowed.

And for being the Chameleon? She didn't like it at all.

"One of a girl's greatest assets are her feet. If you cannot balance on the balls of your feet and anticipate where your opponent's feet are moving, you will not make it away from a fight." Ms. Hancock tells them, making her way along the mats on the ground. "Pay attention to your partner's feet. Pay attention to their movements. Do they lean on their left foot before they move? Do they suck in a breath before they punch? Do they pay more attention to your feet or your hands? Anything can give away your next move, ladies,"

Cammie stared at Bex across from her, watching her best friend smirk. She'd been sparring with Bex since the sixth grade. She knew that Bex favored her left leg. She knew that Bex's weakness were her knees and her hair. (Which could be anyone's weakness, but Bex made it personal!)

And without hesitation, Cammie's arm shot out, aiming for Bex's head. Bex dodged it easily, leaning onto her right hip. She ducked and swung her leg out, aiming for Cammie's left knee. But, Cammie sidestepped, making Bex fall to the mat.

Ms. Hancock called time and Cammie helped Bex up off the mats. The two girls grabbed their water bottles, drinking from them eagerly. They started following each other out, chattering on and on about nonsense. Cammie didn't even turn as the group of boys entered the P&E barn, faces already red from doing runs outside.

Bex was the one who stopped her though, hand flying out in front of Cammie's chest before she even made it off the mats. Cammie almost yelled at her in protest until she followed Bex's gaze.

The group of boys, some with their shirts off, were already shoving and pushing each other. They were loud and energetic, hyped up with excitement for their workout. Cammie had never seen anything like it.

Her gaze snags on a certain boy with dark hair, separated from the rest. His shirt is slowly getting drenched in sweat as he lags behind. Most would think he's slow and a weak link but, Cammie knew better. And she hated that the boy in question was making his way over to her.

Or so she thought.

Zach stopped a few feet behind the girls, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. He lifted his arms up above his head, his shirt lifting again. The Blackthorne boy shifted on the balls of his feet. Cammie couldn’t stop the image of Zach’s toned calves from entering her mind.

Cammie could feel her cheeks turning red which had nothing to do with the sweat already on her body. She wasn't staring of course but, she could see Zach out of the corner of her eye.

The boys were split away from each other. Some were down on the ground, doing pushups, their legs out straight and their chests a mere inch from the floor. Others had taken it upon themselves to throw punches at each other. But not Zach.

Zach was working out alone, no partner. No spotter. He preferred it that way.

Cammie tried not to notice Zach in the corner of the barn. She tried to focus on her own training or even moving her feet forward. But that was nearly impossible when the Blackthorne Boy in question was doing pull ups.

Zach's face was scrunched up with concentration as he pulled himself up over the bar. He alternated his legs, bringing them to his stomach and then letting them fall, never breaking stride.

Cammie could see the muscles straining beneath his shirt, see the tightening of the skin on his biceps. She could only imagine the smooth skin of his abs glistening with sweat. She knew he had lost count but, Cammie hadn't. 12... 13... 14...

Cammie hit the mat with a thunderous smack.

Her head hit the floor hard, her body crumbling beneath her. The fall left her gasping for air, chest heaving. And all she could see was Bex's snickering expression above her.

"Distracting, huh, Cammie dear," Bex said in her perfect accent.

Cammie coughed, trying to get air back into her lungs. She glared at Bex. Her eyes wide with anger. Until a tall figure entered her cloudy vision.

"Need a hand, Morgan?" Zach said, his eyes glistening with pride. He held out his hand again, this time in her line of sight.

Cammie cleared her throat and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. Cammie couldn't look him in the face. She knew her face was redder than Liz when she fell asleep by the pool in Alabama.

"Do you find me distracting, Gallagher Girl?" Zach asked, smirking so wide. He was practically grinning from ear to ear. And Cammie hated it.

"In your dreams, Zachary." Cammie said quickly, before turning on her heel and nearly running out of the barn.

She didn't think she ever felt heat like that when she was training before.

And she wouldn't mind if she felt it again.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #cammie morgan goode writes #ally carter #asked and answered #answered asks #answered #zach goode #zachary goode #cammie morgan #cameron goode #cameron morgan #cammie morgan goode #cameron morgan goode #cammie and zach #zach and cammie #zach #zammie #gg #gallagher girl series #random headcanon #thank you for this #ask #fanfic #i just love them #cammie #the much awaited workout scene #there's just something about pull ups #yall aint ready #yall aint ready for this one

[k-s-morgan]

Hi!

TGSTLTH is so good that I've become obsessed with it all over again after a few years. It just scratches some itch in my brain that I can not name. Every new chapter that you release just makes my week.

It was a bit of a surprise to see that you are a fellow aro/ace. Do you think that it could be part of the reason why we're drawn to these sort of extreme relationships?

Also do you perhaps have any recommendations for books that are similar to TGSTLTH? Perhaps something that you take inspiration from.

Thank you so much, I'm happy you keep enjoying this story! I know how easy it is to stop checking for updates and get lost in time, life, other stories, etc., and it's very gratifying to know that you still like it.

I don't think being aro-ace has any effect on what kinds of ships we are drawn to, to be honest, because we all are so diverse, and I always felt like my preferences make no logical sense! For example, I know that many aro-ace people don't like romance in fiction at all, but for some, like me, it's a favorite genre. Some like fluff, others love dark ships; some adore PWP while others can't stand it. I almost always find sex scenes boring and I prefer to skip them, but I'll eagerly consume any kind of dark romance.

I came to think that in many ways, fiction is like food. You cannot explain why you love chocolate ice cream while someone else hates its taste. A similar principle applies here: your sexuality is not connected to what fiction you find interesting.

About recs... These are the stories that I think come closest to the dynamic Ciel and Sebastian share.

Immunity by @epic-solemnity. It’s a masterpiece featuring a supernatural powerful being falling in love with a clever, cunning, talented human with some unexpected secrets; eventually, they become a true power couple. Obsession, unhealthy relationships, possessiveness/protectiveness - this story has everything.

Fallocaust series + Companion Books by Quil Carter. In particular, the couple of Jade and Elish from companion books is somewhat similar in that these two always plan and plot against others, feel like the world is their chessboard, and feel protective & possessive over each other. Elish is in the position of power - he's much older and stronger, but Jade has his own unique abilities that make them unstoppable. However, even though most of this universe is amazing, it's also very dark, and despite the love and obsession Jade and Elish share, their relationship is much dirtier and more violent. Rape, cannibalism and torture are all over these books. I also started having some problems with later books, so I marked a certain part as the ending point and I’m more than happy to stop there. 

I can't recall anything else, unfortunately. But there is always the anime itself, manga, and Black Butler fanfiction :D I delve in them every time I want to wrap myself in Ciel and Sebastian's twisted dynamic.

#my fics #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #recs

[chaoticpinetree]

I CANNOT WITH THE SEASON 3 ENDING

Okay first of all that episode with everyone's statements before they left was actually pretty cool, two things I found funny is that Daisy just noped out and also that Martin, ohhhhhhh ohhhh his part was so cool because because the thing is.

If a character in any media (book, movie, series, and well, podcast, anything) explains a plan, that plan is likely to fail. If a character does not explain a plan, that plan is likely to succeed. And this knowledge, this... Does not really let me ever watch/read a scene of characters planning anything without being aware of this unwritten rule. And, well, the reason why it's like that is simple: if a plan works, then explaining it beforehand would sort of spoil the surprise and the thrill of waiting to see what exactly the characters are gonna do. So explaining a plan and then watching the characters do exactly that would be boring. And not explaining a plan and having it fail would be confusing and probably also boring because we wouldn't even know where exactly it failed, right?

So the thing is, I found it quite worrying that we knew quite a lot about what the team was going to do to the Unknowing BUT what I found super exciting is that Martin didn't explain his plan and it was very cool.

AND THEN THEN THEN THEN we saw his plan it was cool, it was simple, but actually so effective. Like his only goal was to waste Elias's time but to do that he needed to do something Elias would find worth paying attention to—hence burning the statements. It would be much harder to waste Elias's time with small talk over tea I guess.

"I can't hear you. There's a door in the way." Akjhgdhkjhgdhjhgdhjhgd 10/10

What I find funny is that Elias underestimated Martin to the point where he literally said out loud that he didn't look. Amazing. But also let me tell you, those issues he pulled to the surface, with Martin's mother hating him? Oh damn that's. That hit hard.

I think I was more excited for Martin's plan and then the nightmares' descriptions and the arrest of Elias than for stopping of an actual apocalypse.

But the Unknowing was interesting too, like, the way it was clear that they struggled with thinking, the way Basira had to tell herself out loud 'I am me, there are others that aren't me and this is a place' and all that, that was neat. And then just. Explosion.

And I think that there was something sad but also angstily sad about Tim's 'I don't forgive you. But thank you for this.' Just :C

AND THEN THE LAST EPISODE. AND OH MY GOD ELIAS'S DESCRIPTION OF JON'S NIGHTMARES AJHFGHDGFDGHJHGD

It's like. I tried to ramble to my friends about it but I just. Failed. Because you know it's not only what it's about but also the way they're described that create that unnatural atmosphere. The way he watches every single statement, with the statement givers filled with either fear, scared of Jon, others angry, blaming him for the nightmares, that's so, ahhhhh I don't even have the words.

So like. People give him statements. And it's been established already that he needs their statements to survive. And if the statements are taken live, if a person tells their statement directly to him, it gives both the statement giver and Jon nightmares. Which is incredibly interesting. What's also interesting is what Elias said, that Jon wants to wake up, he's waiting for it, but he's not waking. His mind is alive and so he dreams and wants to awaken but his body is dead and so he has nowhere to awaken to and it's so interesting and dark and also damn. And especially the ending of the description of the nightmare, of him falling into the eye, that suggests some shady stuff happening there.

And I just have. Feelings. Regarding the end of this season. Just ;-;

I loved it so much ;-;

#tma #tma reactions #the magnus archives #mag 117 #mag 118 #mag 119 #mag 120

[bramble-scramble]

BEHOLD! I have made another opera for Phantom to star in since y'all really liked "From The Depths Below"!

I present to you: "Le Mort: A Vampire Opera"!

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The opera begins with Victome Le Mort, a rich man turned vampire, haunting the streets of a French city. Here, we are first introduced to Le Mort through a musical number that explains why he has always been hunting this particular city. He says that, in the past, he was a victim of a murder and was left for dead. But instead of succumbing to his fate, Le Mort was brought to life through dark magic, thanks to Emil, his old friend (Le Mort had no idea Emil was into such things).

And so, with his newfound immortality, Le Morts hunts the streets, vowing to never stop his reign of terror upon the cityfolk, who never did anything to stop his plight, until he has found his murderer. One night, he's walking through the streets and eating his victims from young maidens to drunkards, until he captures and feeds on a man with an envelope on his person. Le Mort recognizes the address written on the envelope from years ago and opens it. The letter inside reveals that Emil planned an assassination on him after being influenced by the uprising of the commonfolk. It also mentions how Emil used Le Mort's corpse as a guinea pig for his experiments, resulting in him turning into a vampire, and then Emil manipulated him into going into a wild goose chase within the city.

Le Mort, while feeding upon the blood of the innocent, had his murderer with him the whole time! Enraged, Le Mort vows to kill Emil for his betrayal and to bring an end to this vengeful spree...

With his vow in mind, Le Mort continues on as if nothing happened, so as to not let Emil get suspicious. Then later that night, Le Mort discovers his old friend drunk and passed out inside a pitch black room. Le Mort reads the bottle Emil drank from, which turns out to be Amontillado, and he reminiscences about the good old days where he and Emil would party as young men. Suddenly Emil abruptly wakes up! But Emil cannot see anything around him, and Le Mort uses this to his advantage.

In the dark, Le Mort brutally murders Emil! This entire scene is done almost completely in the dark, save for some lights forming windows, as to make this gruesome scene without showing off copious amounts of gore. Sound, music, and vocals are what makes the murder scene horrific, as they let the audience's imagination take hold.

When Le Mort is done, he finally brings in a lantern into the room and begins to clean up. Here, another one of Le Mort's (Phantom's) solos are played - a song about how he has finally caught the assassin and how savagely he tore him apart. The audience gets to see bits and pieces of "Emil" but not everything as Le Mort cleans up. But when he picks up Emil's severed head, the head wails:

"Mon Ami! Mon Ami! Betrayer! Le Mort, The Traitor!"

Horrified by this sight, Le Mort finishes his job by gathering all the body parts and throwing them into the nearby lake. A week passes and a storm closes in over the city - a rather larger and darker one at that. Within his manor, Le Mort does not think of this storm as much and he finally louges around with a smile, finally having peace with himself... Until he hears his old friend crying out to him.

At first, he ignores it, believing to be his faulty conscience, until he hears Emil again... and again... and again... and again....

Without any luck of drowning out the cries, Le Mort finally cries out in anguish - he has murdered Emil, his one and only friend, and now he is all alone in this everchanging world! To escape the madness, he flees towards the front entrance of his manor and is met with the bright rays of the sunlight.

As Le Mort succumbs to the light, he ushers his final words: "Mon Ami! Mon Ami! I have betrayed! Emil, to rest I am laid!"

The morning rises within the city and shines upon the ashes of Victome Le Mort....

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THE END

Holy crud... you are SO GOOD AT THIS....!! I don't have a lot of time tonight but have an attempt:

So why do I feel like, if Bea went crazy over the pirate story, Woodrow would melt at a tale of misery and woe, with no happy ending, and themes of loneliness and isolation from society... and experience an odd satisfaction and delight at the idea of getting revenge on people who have wronged you (which takes him by surprise and is, of course, only an abstract idea to explore in the context of art)... but most importantly, the phantom being a really hot vampire

#alter answers #mario + rabbids #the phantom #mario plus rabbids #mario rpg #woodrow #doodles

[kitamars]

hope you don't mind me sending in another ask so soon but i always find this kinda stuff interesting- now that you've survived two big serious arcs how would you rank the main cast in terms of like. favs & stuff?

don't apologise for the asks at all!! i love answering them and rambling about my thoughts so actually thank YOU for giving me a viable outlet haha

so I had to pull out my notes app to draft this one bc i can't do things simply apparently. i can't rank characters for shit so I'm just gonna rate the main ones (at least to me) out of ten and that's that lol, so onward beyond the cut!

Gintoki: I'm in love with him. 10/10.

He's captivated me with his dead fish eyes and pathetic charm, the way he subverts the general shonen protag archetype really works for me (bc i tend to get annoyed with the genre every now and then) but other than that he's such an interesting character on his own that I cannot get into for fear of rambling too much but yeah. I like him a lot. I might cry about someday in the tags of some art or whatever

(also beam saber arc is UNDERRATED (to me) and its very much overshadowed by everything before and after it but I DON'T CARE it has some of my favourite gin character bits this is my propaganda i just felt like i had to put this here THANKS)

Shinpachi: the human-wearing-glasses gag is absolutely hilarious and I hope it never stops. 8/10.

I love shinpachi a lot I promise, i love how dedicated he is to the straight man role and also the times when he's not. Honestly he could have very easily annoyed me after a bit, but he's genuinely just so loveable and a lot of his charm just comes from his VA's delivery, I've never heard anyone else able to convey the emotional range that I've heard from shinpachi in this anime fnsnjrjgjs

I do think he needs more screentime though (watch beam saber arc),,,kagura tends to get a lot of the spotlight (which I'm not mad about) but he also needs some love!! he's just some guy yk gotta give some appreciation!!

Kagura: queen of kabukicho and the queen of my heart. 10/10.

SHE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME. i don't have words to express how much I love her, she's one of my all time favorites ever. She's just doing her thing, eating gin-san out of house and home and kicking ass while she's at it and she's so valid for that.

A big part of why I like her is also just her relationship with the yorozuya. the amount of times I've felt like exploding when I see her and gin or shinpachi just interacting in the background of a scene or something similar is impossible to count. She's my little mimi and she deserves literally the world

(Also there's this one compilation of her singing on YouTube and i listen to it RELIGIOUSLY kugimiya rie is a blessing for this character for real it's insane)

Sadaharu interlude: Big ball of fluff/10 (he's adorable)

Hijikata: this man makes me feel a similar range of emotions I feel cramming the night before a final, if not more. 10/10.

He drives me NUTS. you know me, i love my dark-haired chainsmoking men with issues, and he's just chock full of them, it's like a dream come true. Every arc that's focused on him has been absolutely incredible, and even on his own he's such an interesting and funny character. Fully biased towards his VA btw, i don't think anyone else could voice him as effectively, the delivery is always top notch.

His dynamic with the rest of the shinsengumi is honestly one of my favourites, he's got so much range as a serious and gag character, especially when the plot decides to chuck his coolness out the window with that little mayonnaise addiction of his (now everytime I put mayonnaise on anything at all i give myself a dirty look, idk why).

Also i should mention that tosshi was one of the only things that made my watching experience truly difficult. I'd just cringe out of existence everytime he opened his mouth it was. An experience. I still love him very much. Too much maybe.

Sougo: sadism has never looked more fun. 9/10.

I don't think I really have much to say about him? he's genuinely a really fun character, and his endless quests to smear hijikata across the asphalt is always the highlight of any viewing experience. i loved him regardless, but the mitsuba and farewell shinsengumi arcs gave him that extra bit of depth that really solidified him as a fav hehe

YOU DONT GET CHARACTERS LIKE HIM VERY OFTEN AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

kondo: gorilla gorilla/10 (9/10)

thi guy is just the fucking funniest. he's one of the perfect examples of how gintama does characterisation through comedy because by introducing him with all his hilarious gags, you start to care a lot more about him when things actually get serious. Plus the joke never really gets old with him, if he shows up in an episode I know I'm about to have a great time.

but as a serious character as well he's just so good. Him being the glue of the shinsengumi is incredible and sometimes in the plot (crisis and farewell arcs) you can see exactly what it is in this man that makes people want to follow him to the ends of the earth, he is just a good person and I love him for that.

also he's the reason i realised I have not grown out of my 14 year old dick joke phase so there's that

Otose: gintoki's overdue rent/10 (9/10)

I enjoy her so much actually, she's already incredibly fun, but whenever they show more background to gintoki and her's relationship, all of a sudden i am in a puddle of tears on the floor, it's one of the most important things ever to me, the foster parent trope is my weak point.

evidently, kabukicho four devas was my kryptonite (in a really really good way)

Catherine: the heavy accent is pretty funny. 7/10.

I don't really have strong feelings about her tbh, she's alright and funny enough, that's pretty much all I can say

Tama: total number of her leukocytes/10 (9/10)

I LIKE TAMA SOOOOO MUCH SHES SO SWEET AND KIND AND ADORABLE. all of the tama centric arcs have been really fun and each episode involving her is so nice. Finding out she was the time traveller in the bfy movie was such a great twist but immediately made sense bc OF COURSE she would go that far for her very first friends!!!!! i love her innocence so dearly and the way she simply just wants to help others, also otose seeing her as a daughter makes me so emotional

Hasegawa: the madaodog madaonaire episode made me choke at the speed at which I got that reference. 8/10.

Incredibly funny character, the fact that he cannot win a single W is both hilarious but also a bit sad and pathetic, but he's authentic to himself regardless.

He also ruined my later attempts at trying to watch NGE

Otae: the price of one dom peri/10 (8/10)

I love her SOOOOO much she's so entertaining...again I don't have much to say but it's not really in a bad way, i just like her a lot and that's mostly it hehe

Kyubei: otae love/10 (9/10)

as a nb person I have a huge bias towards kyubei, their struggle to figure out where they stand in the binary is pretty relatable, and while I can say that you don't always see a character like that in media who is also hopelessly in love with a woman (so real for that though) i can also admit that this show isn't the best handling of it all, but honestly it's a very "take what I can get situation" so I try not to be too bothered, dekobokko was a bit strange but the ending for kyubei is better than most other instances I've seen, even if it doesn't stay consistent in the series

Also where is jugem jugem? i miss that little bastard so much that arc was so good

Tsukuyo: where does she stash all that kunai. 9/10.

TSUKUYO IS MY WIFE AND GINTOKI NEEDS TO MOVE OVER BC I WANT TO KISS HER. thank you

no but seriously she's a really fun character, and I love everything about her and yoshiwara and her relationship with hinowa and seita and he hyakka and ACK. yoshiwara in flames and the red spider arcs were really good for her, and her slightly confused air at most times is so charming, i love her muah

Sacchan: uhhhhhh huh. 7/10.

I'm gonna be honest, she's one of the only characters I really didn't like since she was introduced, i just found her so incredibly annoying all the time. But then came shogun assassination and suddenly I could stand her a lot more when her personality didn't revolve around gin-san's massive d– (but like. I hate that I can relate to her)

also I don't know where her strange friendship with tsukuyo came from but I actually genuinely like it a lot..........sillies with sharp knives, what could possibly go wrong?

Okay I'm running out of steam here honestly so if I've missed anyone (I'm very sure I have) feel free to ask in replies and I'll tell you what i think jgjekkfkd

this is terrible. Everyone is a main character in my eyes

EDIT: I MISSED THE REST OF THE JOUI 4. I WILL DISEMBOWEL MYSELF. BUT FOR NOW HAVE A LIGHTNING ROUND

katsura: 10/10.

One of my all time favourite characters ever, literal definition of head empty no thoughts, he is so stupid and I want to kiss him passionately under the moonlight

Sakamoto: 10(00000)/10

He is my everything. He needs more screentime. I'm begging on my knees. He is the perfect man.

Takasugi: 9/10

He's great. Shogun assassination made me cry over him. I'm forever sad about him now he was so mochi.....and then the trauma.............ue

Anyways now I think I'm done. time to atone

#thanks for enabling me op #i like to talk too much about them but also holy shit there are so many words #i definitely havent gotten all my thoughts out but nevermind! I shall convey them through art~ #i love this show. so goddamn much #nimki talks

[iwannawritelots]

Contracts

Originally written September 2022

Masterlist

Genre: I don’t know…?

Characters Active: Barbatos, Lord Diavolo

Trigger/content warnings: none?

Headcanons/notes from the author: headcanons about Barbatos <3 I just really wanted to write this scene idk why shskdjdkd

Brief Blurb: Lord Diavolo and Barbatos discuss the contract the butler is under.

The darkness of the Devildom was as old as time, from what Barbatos could assume. It was familiar, but something always kept him on edge in the internal dark. He couldn’t find the source of the unease no matter how much he tried… not without an order from his lord.

Of course, he knew it would do little good to request permission to recall his past. There was nothing for him there, anyway. As far as he was concerned, he simply existed for Lord Diavolo’s whims to be fulfilled; nothing more, nothing less. The future and past were up to whatever his young lord wished for it to be.

This particular afternoon, Barbatos had set his lord’s tea on the table and began to serve him without a single word spoken. It was unusual for Lord Diavolo to not be unsettlingly delighted by Barbatos’ presence. Just as he was considering saying something, Lord Diavolo did so instead. “Barbatos, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, my lord.”

The prince of demons shifted around in his seat. “If I were able to break your contract with my father, would you want me to?”

Barbatos froze for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and finished plating the scones. “I… am not sure.” He knew lying was pointless. “I know that the contract… didn’t fully work. Not everything is erased from my mind.”

“Would you want me to fully erase it?”

“I don’t know.” Barbatos chuckled weakly. “Whatever brought this up, my lord?”

Lord Diavolo picked up his teacup and stared into it. “Since my father is… asleep… I looked into breaking his contracts. Many of the maids were under one, and most of them wanted free. The contract for you, however…” he sipped the tea, comforted only slightly by its earthy taste, “… is bound to me as well. I also… am not sure what will happen if you are to regain your memories and full control of your power.”

“I cannot tell you the results of my broken contract unless you order me to foresee it.” Barbatos shivered and shook his head with a grimace. “However, if I am allowed to say so… I do not wish for you to do so. Just the thought of it causes my skin to crawl.”

“Do you remember what lead to you becoming my butler?”

A stretch of silence. “I… remember feelings. I remember being in pain, and thinking I may die. I remember being distressed. I remember… being comforted.” Barbatos’ head began searing with blinding pain, and he squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to restrain tears. “Then I woke up as your butler.”

“I see.” Lord Diavolo ran his thumbs up and down the sides of the teacup. “I will not order you to foresee anything right now.”

“Thank you, Young Master.” Barbatos subconsciously brought a hand to his temple, wanting the pain to stop. “Is there… anything else you wish for me to do?”

Lord Diavolo gave Barbatos a smile, then gestured to the seat across from him. “I would like you to join me for tea.” The butler hesitantly sat, instantly attempting to make himself smaller in the seat. Lord Diavolo chortled. “You’re allowed to take up space, Barbatos.”

“Ah…” He meekly smiled at Lord Diavolo and relaxed. “Yes… that’s right.”

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#barbatos #lord diavolo #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #fanfiction #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

[piers-wifey]

I finally got around to prepare a reading sample for the nearly finished chapter 3. And at this point I would also like to issue a warning. There will be bloody scenes and gruesome descriptions in this reading sample. If you cannot cope with this or if you're a minor, please do NOT interact with it. Thank you.

Alexey gave them all a approving nod, before signaling them to follow him down the fire ladder. With her sniper rifle at the ready and on high alert, Rachel made sure that the rear was secure. But every now and then she had to stop to regain her composure and fight back the urge to throw up. The smell of death and decay, which grew stronger the closer they got to the ground, made it hard for the sniper to stay focused. And the dozens of buzzing flies that aggressively flew around them didn't help much either.

Carefully, the team entered a small, dark alley. The buzzing of the flies got even louder and Rachel couldn't help but feel as if someone, or something, was watching them. To make sure they weren't attacked from above, she kept her eyes on the windows and escape ladders. And even though she couldn't spot any potential threats, the uneasy feeling never disappeared.

They had barely made it halfway down the alley, when their captain suddenly called out to them. When Rachel saw what had agitated her captain so much, she nearly fell to her knees. On the ground were the remains of a young woman; at least, that's what Rachel assumed it was. It was hard to identify anything in the mess of dried blood, flesh, exposed bones and intestines. The only indication that it was indeed a female corpse were the long, bloodstained strands of dark brown hair that were still attached to the crushed skull.

“Poor thing. Who could've done something horrible like that?” Tyler mumbled and knelt down beside Alexey to examine the corpse.

“No, not who, but what could've done this?” Vitali said and pointed at the bloody footprints around the body. After a quick glance, Rachel identified the footprints as those of a dog. Or dogs, given that the whole ground was littered with them.

“Those are footprints of canines. So, maybe a pack of feral street dogs?” Monty suggested, but Rachel interjected. “Dogs wouldn't be able to crush a skull like that. It must've been something else. Maybe a hammer, or baseball bat, or-”

“-a foot.” Tyler said grimly, causing everyone to fall silent and stare blankly at the corpse, trying to imagine with how much force and hatred someone must've stomped on that poor woman's head.

“So it's a crime scene.” Jackson concluded, to which Tyler responded with a deep sigh. “Probably, yeah. But there's still something very wrong with this whole thing. See, her whole body is covered in bite marks, and most of them are clearly from dogs, but it appears that at some point, a human must've come across her and eaten from her as well.”

Rachel felt a lump forming in her throat. A human has eaten from that poor woman's body? How awful and sick. Who in their right mind would do this?

While everyone was staring at the with flies and maggots infested corpse, the clang of a metal object falling to the hard concrete floor suddenly sounded from the other end of the alley. Rachel and Monty spun around and pointed their weapons at the dark alleyway, waiting in anticipation for someone to emerge from the shadows.

“Who's there?” Rachel asked sharply and for a brief moment, she could've sworn she saw movements in the shadows, but it was too dark and the more time passed, the more the sniper believed that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Just as she was about to lower her rifle, a small creature hesitantly came forward. Both Rachel and Monty let out a relieved sigh. The culprit was nothing more than a small raccoon looking for food.

“Jesus, I'm gettin' to old for this kind of shit,” the co-pilot said as he ran a hand through his greying hair. Flailing his arms wildly, he took a few steps forward, trying to scare the animal away when suddenly and without warning, a huge shadow lunged at the raccoon. With a spine chilling shriek, the poor animal was mercilessly tossed back and forth by its attacker when a second, equally large creature leapt into view, grabbed the squirming and screaming animal and began to forcefully pull and tear at the poor thing until it was ripped into two pieces.

“HOLY FUCK!” Robin screamed and pointed his gun at the monsters. The others followed his example and stood completely still as they watched the creatures - two Dobermans - raise their heads to look at the group. Only now did Rachel notice that the dogs' bodies showed signs of decay, to the point where you could see bits of their skeletons poke out of their skin. How on earth was that possible?

“Retreat carefully,” Alexey ordered calmly as he began to slowly back away. His eyes and the barrel of his rifle remained fixed on the two creatures which slowly approached the team with bared teeth and lowered heads. The sound of their deep, guttural growls and the rhythmic tapping of their claws echoed off the stone walls.

Rachel watched in horror as five more dogs emerged from the dark. Their dead, white eyes were glowing menacingly and the bloody drool running down their muzzles left a trail on the concrete floor as they stared at the squad with nothing but pure hunger. A loud bark, followed by a deep growl, suddenly sounded from Rachel's right side. The sniper quickly jerked her head around and found herself face to face with another Doberman. Bloody foam adorned its torn lips as it forcefully tried to squeeze itself through the small hole in the fence; ripping off its skin and rotting flesh while doing so. With furrowed brows and a sorrowful heart, Rachel watched the creature struggle for a few more seconds before she decided to put an end to its misery.

The loud bang from her rifle seemed to trigger the dogs, because the next thing she heard was her brother shouting “Look out!” and Monty's terrified screams, which soon were drowned out by more gunfire and a gurgling scream, as the bullet went through one of the dogs neck. Agitated by the smell of fresh blood and fear, the other dogs began to howl and before anyone even knew what was happening, one of the dogs leapt forward and yanked Monty, who appeared to be paralyzed by fear, to the ground. What happened next was like a scene straight from a horror movie.

As Monty tried to fight off the creature, another one aimed for his leg, causing the older man to scream in pain as it began to tear chunks of meat from his leg. Driven by desperation and agony, Monty kicked the beast in the head and actually managed to get it off him. But his success was to be short-lived, as two other Doberman pounced on him and picked up where their packmate had left off.

#My writing #Piers writes #In my Remains

[late-to-the-fandom]

palette, the kiss, graffiti

Thank you for the asks, this is so long but I had fun 😅

Palette: list four of your character's primary skills, then share at least two ways these skills might blend or overlap

Do my characters have skills? This is news, I always think of them as sad little useless babies. Let’s see, Renathal certainly has a lot of accomplishments, but nearly all of them are functionally useless, gentleman’s hobbies. He is an accomplished swordsman (although he does learn duelling and actually fighting for your life are two very different things), he’s an exemplary host and very good at planning an event although he did tire of that many eons ago and usually delegates that sort of thing now, and he’s also quite good at (and similarly bored of) the running of an estate. And I suppose his fourth skill would be his ability to see dark humour in everything and not take things too seriously (usually. That is a skill put to the test many times in recent events).

Graffiti: Have you ever had to research something that felt illicit or illegal for a fic? What was it?

You just cannot imagine how little research I do 🤣 I hate even having to look up place and people names to make sure I have them spelled right. I can’t think of anything illicit or illegal or even vaguely embarassing I’ve ever had to look up.

The Kiss: share your favorite kiss scene from this work. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

Well the first kiss is not for a few chapters but I do have that in decent draft because of course I have, it’s my favorite part. And their first kiss in this story is not on the lips because I’m definitely more sexually motivated than romantic 😂

Renathal did not even try to stop himself. He brushed her hair across one shoulder, leaving the other wholly bare and exposed to the cold, unmoving air. His long, sharp fingernails danced delicately across the smooth skin, and he drank in her gasp like the anima wine in which he had refused to indulge. Her back arched, he could feel it against him, and what little inhibitions he had left evaporated. Bending without thought, anticipating without regret, Renathal let his lips find the pulse beating wildly beneath Elisewin’s mortal flesh. There was no reason to deny himself the pleasure any longer. The Countess assumed this was happening. She would report it to Denathrius who would take Elisewin away. He had failed the test. The least he could do was enjoy himself before the end.

#ask games #renathal x maw walker #a wend in the shadows

[softladyhours]

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#5

how babey are the egos on a scale of 1-10

dark: 1/10. most of the time he is smooth sexy bastard man but sometimes he is just in need of cuddles. but even when he wants cuddles hes just like in denial about it

damien: 10/10 the most babey ever . constantly 🥺 at you in search of cuddles and kisses the boy is so touch starved when u kiss him he melts every time

actor: 4/10 usually just whiny little dog of a man not really babey material but when hes sleepy he is just 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕

illinois: 5/10 too suave and cool and sexy to be babey usually but sometimes he just cant stop himself from uwu-ing

yancy: 10/10 OHH BABEYYY !!! <3333 the snuggliest man ever. constant heart eyes constant need to be held constant hand holding just sksdfhjfgdd!!!! owo

engineer mark: 7/10 when around the crew he is Not Babey (well… 99% of the time he isnt…) but get him alone and the boy is just 😄💞🥺☺️💘💗🥰😍 he is so touchy he just gotta grab u and just need to look at ur pretty face

Omg these boys make me so softyttttt

- Dark is ofc a big house cat and so he’d VEHEMENTLY DENY any desire for affection or whatever but then he’s practically laying across u ANY chance he gets jshdjsjskskdj I just want him to rest his head in my lap while I give him head pats😭

- DAMIEN WOULD BE ALL NUZZLY N SHIT HES ALSO A HOUSECAT BUT ONE OF THE SUBER CUDDLY AFFECTIONATE ONES (dark has to get it from somewhere right? Lmao) I feel if ur touching damien, the moment your hand leaves his body he unconsciously shifts closer chasing ur touch. Same w kisses I lub he

- Actor is, in fact, a pathetic wet puppy dog of a man and now I’m imagining him coming home from a day of filming and maybe he had to do a really emotionally draining/intense scene and just had a rough day in general so the second he sees you when he gets home he just kind of does sad puppy dog eyes and grabby hands at u and then u both take a bath and have some wine just tryna get him out of that headspace rUAHH I WANT TO TAKE CARR OF HIM!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

-illi 67% of the time is just,,,, the hORNiEsT MAN A L I VE and just always trying to fluster u or act super suave and hawt and shit but then you do something super endearing he just internally screams and can feel his soul leave his body for a sec🙃🫠🫡 (bonus points if he’s silently pining and just miserable bc ur just sO PRECIOUS HE PHYSICALLY CANNOT STAND IT!!!!!

- YANCY WOULD HAVE HIS HAND IN UR BACK POCKET EVERY CHANCE HE GOT!!!!!!!!!!! He’d just be so casually affectionate and touchy bless him you’d be just hangin out at lunch and y’all are listening to the conversation at the table and he just kinda wraps an arm around ur waist with a little kiss to ur jaw and it’s just !!!!!!!!! SO NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like despite his anxious/insecure tendencies whenever he’s in a comfortable atmosphere he’s just casually very confident and self assured and I just😩😩😩😩

- DONT! GET! ME! STARTED! ON! ENGINEER! MARK! HES SO NEEDY AND BABY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! Like yes he is a very capable hard worker who’s very passionate about his work but also he sees you doing your work as captain sometimes and his heart just kinda palpitates a bit sugrisudjdj no matter how much he’d deny it he PREENS under ur praise and will do almost anything just to make i smile and I just AAAAAAAAAAAAA the second u get him alone he’s putty in ur hands and just wants love and affection. Give it to him. Now. Do it.

248 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

Drew a little something based off a pic from bestie @rat-that-writes 🥰🥰

@markiplier

251 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#3

Freckles

Darkiplier x GN!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of, just domestic fluff with a sprinkling of angst :)

Summary: Dark is feelin sappy and sentimental (with a sprinkling of heartache, for taste)

AN: I’m obsessed with the concept of freckles and moles being the places where past soulmates loved to kiss you the most, so I took that and ran with it -- I hope you enjoy!

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It is a quiet Saturday evening.  You have been able to keep Dark away from any extra work successfully, using your sweet kisses and loving promises.  After spending the day in each other’s quiet company, away from the chaos of the other egos, you’ve found yourself laying across the couch with your legs across Dark’s lap.  His gentle caresses along your calf and knee never fail to spark a few butterflies in your stomach.  He had set up the record player to play a variety of moony love songs—as much as he tries to conceal his inner romantic, it makes you so giddy.

You have a book in hand, one that you’ve been trying to make time to read for ages, and Dark simply sits with closed eyes in quiet contemplation.  You can’t recall the last time you had seen him quite this relaxed. His features are soft, angelic even, and occasionally he quietly hums along to whatever song is playing, his deep bass rattling your bones ever so slightly.  It is in this meditative study of your lover that you notice a single freckle, right to the side of his chin.  You can’t help but recall a video you had seen in passing on the internet.

“Hey, Dark?” you ask, careful to keep your volume low.  There is honestly a good chance he has fallen asleep—he could be such an old man sometimes.

You hear a gentle Hm?  His eyes open slightly to look at you, bleary but full of affection.

“Did you know that, apparently, some people think that prominent moles and freckles are the spots where your soulmate in a past life kissed you the most?”

He smiles gently, “That’s fascinating, darling.  May I ask what prompted such an observation?”

You set your book to the side, readjusting so that you’re sitting next to Dark, halfway in his lap.

“I can see that your soulmate in a past life loved to kiss you right—” you place a gentle kiss, “—here.”

It takes everything in Dark to maintain his composure as he is overcome with visions of the past.  He remembers the way that you would kiss him—no, not him but Damien—in that exact spot every time he passed an exam with flying colors.  He remembers noticing the handful of freckles across his chest or the mole on his shoulder, but now realizes that those were never there on Damien’s body. They were, however, placed in almost the same exact spot you would litter kisses whenever Damien would let you be in control for the night.  An almost foreign heat rises to his cheeks, but then he sees you.  He notices the small spot under your jaw where he—Damien—would kiss you to tease and fluster you.  He sees the place on your forehead where Damien would always place a gentle kiss to calm and comfort you.  But Dark can see you now, your brow furrowed in concern.  He forces himself back to the present, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms.  

You’re caught a little off-guard, but you reciprocate immediately.  You’ve seen that look in his eyes before, mostly here and there when you first met.  It was a sort of deep sadness, as if he knew something you didn’t.  You’d always wanted to voice your concerns, console him if needed, but you had been so shy then.

“Is everything okay, Dark?” you ask, timidly, not wanting to upset him further.

He squeezes you tighter, taking a shaky breath.  “Everything’s fine, my heart.”

The pet name makes you blush.

“I suppose I’m just feeling sentimental tonight,” he continues, pulling away from you, but not too far.  He still holds you close but can’t seem to look you quite in the eyes.  “I am simply so grateful to have you in my life.”

You smile at him, gently turning his face to yours and kissing him tenderly. “I love you,” you murmur, pulling away to look at him.  He looks back, his dark eyes soft and adoring.

“I love you too, my sweet.”

You both settle back into each other’s arms, appreciating the music and each other’s presence. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to doze.  Dark breaks the silence one last time.

“Also, just for your information,” he whispers, “I’m sure that you are the reason I have that freckle on my chin.”

You smile and let out a small huff of amusement before replying, “Yeah, sounds about right.”

As Dark hears your breathing even out, it takes everything within him to not let his glassy eyes shed a tear.  His brain is swarmed with painful nostalgia and the misery of having to keep your entire past from you.  The secret bears heavily on what little soul he has left.  He won’t succumb to the misery, though.  You wouldn’t want that.  He instead chooses to focus on the fact that you are here now and that, in and of itself, is more than he could ever deserve or ask for.

273 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

how egos respond to u going “pspspspsps” at them

dark: i mean it gets his attention but he will be grumpy about it afterwards

damien: the boy is so clueless as soon as he hears it he is looking around all concerned then he sees u and just “darling!!🥰💕”

actor: is GREATLY offended that u would do this to him. absolutely heartbroken. he still responds to it tho

yancy: he does it BACK AT YOU like a CHALLENGE

illinois: IMMEDIATELY responds and walks over to u, what a good boy

wilford: will put out his gun, probably

I’m LOSING my MIND over this oml

Dark would give you a death glare but I think if you pet him affectionately he would begrudgingly accept his new role of house cat

DAMIEN!!!! Y/N and Celine would have a running bet to see how many times Y/N can get his attention that way without him noticing anything wrong. Let’s just say Celine owes Y/N a LOT of money

Actor would be such a pissy bitch baby about it but I think as long as you gave him some good love and affection he’d forget about it quickly lol

YANCY???????? The mental image of Yancy and Y/N aggressively spspspspss ing at each other has me ROLLINGGG

I think illi would lowkey like it just bc he’d feel special being the only one you pspspspsp at sjhfjejsj

yea Wilford’s a simple man. You spspspsp and he pulls out his gun idek skdjjdjs

660 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Inspired by @your-local-eddie-munson-slut ‘s Matt Murdock version—I couldn’t resist lmao

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #im so happy my fic got up there:) #also still losing my mind at how well the slutty markiplier meme aged lmao

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AU Tag Game

I was tagged by @catharticallysarcastic to make up an AU of my WIP. Thanks!

Tagging @jezifster @cirianne @kosmosian-quills @stormbrightwriter @pertinax--loculos @thegreatobsesso @pheita if you want to join in.

Rules: I dare you to make an AU of a WIP on the spot and fill in the following intro categories

AU TITLE: Burning Lilies

SETTING: Australia has been overthrown by Sovereign and is ruled with a magical fist. Many without magic are in hiding, protected by The Order of Humanity, but most are trapped in the new regime. However it’s occurring to the Order that they cannot win alone, so they form an uneasy alliance with a secret magical society that also want to see Sovereign fall

CONCEPT: Blake didn’t know he had magic until Sovereigns soldiers came to town, separating those ‘blessed’ with a power from those without - a separation that saw his family stripped from him. Initially forced into Sovereign’s army, he secretly defected to the Sect of Burning Lilies, a rebel group run by someone known as the Immortal Statue, who wants to see magic and non-magic living in unity once again.

Living a double life has him constantly looking over his shoulder, scared of what will happen if his defection is discovered, and he doesn’t trust the Order at all. And, worst of all, he’s attracted the attention of one of Sovereign’s most fearsome Generals: the beautiful but deadly Bethany Norton.

AESTHETIC: a crumbling city; neon lights; asphalt after rain; diamonds and sparkles and glitter oh my; smoke; fire; blood red lilies

TINY SCENE/LINE:

Neon lights caught her as she approached, making the sequins on her dark red ball gown come to life, while the rain matted her white hair to her face. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” She asked.

He resisted the urge to back away. “Of course not, General Norton,” he managed to reply without stuttering. If she knew where he’d been, what he was doing, he’d be toast.

“Why not?” She didn’t sound like she was accusing him of anything, instead quizzical, her head tilting to the side as her gaze questioned every fibre of his being. “You should be. Everyone else is.”

There was a hint of sadness in her final statement, one so small that he figured he was probably imagining it. “It’s the first time I’ve met you,” he stated, focusing on her earlobe. He wasn’t sure he could stay so calm if he looked her in the eyes. “I try not to judge people before I’ve met them. Ma’am.” The last bit came late, but not so late that she noticed the near-snub.

“I like that.” She was right in front of him now, close enough that he could smell the floral notes of her perfume. It reminded him of a funeral parlour. “More people should try it, really. But tell me—“ she paused, a small frown forming.

He desperately hoped she couldn’t hear how hard his hear was pounding. “Lieutenant Raleigh.”

Her eyebrow raised.

“Blake.”

“Tell me, Blake,” she said, like she hadn’t stopped speaking at all, “what brings you—alone—to this decrepit part of Sydney? There’s nothing here but destruction and vermin.”

Yep, he was definitely going to die. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said weakly. Best to go out defiant than on his knees.

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell opened and he was sure this was the end…

And then she laughed. “Oh I like you,” she said, hooking her arm through his. “Walk with me. There’s something I want to show you.”

#lies in the lilies au #tag game