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abibliophobiaa · 9 months

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eddie munson x afab!pregnant!reader.

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

You were meant to be gallivanting across California. Celebrating the successes of Corroded Coffin’s newest album release. Enjoying their skyrocket to fame. Meant to be clinking champagne glasses and toasting to future endeavors.

Meant to be enjoying your new marriage, officiated by an Elvis impersonator on an impromptu visit to Vegas. Instead, you’re laid back on a crinkly bed of paper, staring up into a tiled ceiling, arm slung low over your hips, a colorful bandaid curled around the hitch in your elbow from the blood drawn only moments ago now.

Clutched in your other hand is the tiny little picture of your baby. Twelve weeks, based on the measurements the doctor had taken. Twelve weeks, and you’d been none the wiser. Chalked missed periods up to life on the road, to the adjustment in moving into your new home, to the chaos of life at present.

But no—no, it seemed fate had other plans. Plans of tiny hands and equally small feet. Little onesies and diaper changes, morning feedings and the sickness in the pit of your stomach for the past few weeks that definitely wasn’t only confined to mornings like some would have assured you.

You drove home in silence. One hand clutched tight around the steering wheel, the other over the small curve of your stomach you’d assumed was bloating from an oncoming period. Turned out it was only the little jumping bean dancing away within.

The door to the car slammed behind you, laughter from your backyard carrying over as you approach the side gate, slipping onto the patio with a exasperated sigh, the small bag of groceries and other necessities you’d grabbed at some stores on the way home thumping against your thigh.

Eddie jumped to his feet, telling the rest of the band who waved in greeting to hold on a moment before they continued in whatever they’d been talking about so he could help you. Normally you’d grin, lean over and kiss him soundly, thank him for the help. But anxiety crawled up your throat, robbed you of the excitement you’d normally feel for the man you’d loved since high school.

He waited until you were both inside your new home to say anything. Dropped the bags he’d taken out of your hands onto the kitchen island and dragged you closer by the belt loops on your jean shorts. Nudged his nose against the curve of your cheek until you grinned and finally leaned up to kiss him softly.

“How was the doctor?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“I don’t want to talk about the doctor,” you groaned, slipping out of his arms. The refrigerator door was opened and you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, Eddie’s eyes narrowed on your form. “What? It wasn’t exciting. Normal stuff.”

Lie, lie, lie.

And you didn’t even know why you did it. It wasn’t like Eddie and you hadn’t dreamed up your future. Wondered what it would look like. Thought about if it involved a little Eddie or miniature you.

You just hadn’t expected it now.

“What did they say about you being sick?”

They’d said it was normal given your ‘condition.’ That despite you already being in your second trimester, sometimes women proceeded to be sick throughout the entirety of their pregnancy. A thought that made your stomach turn again, back of your hand pressed to your lips, inhaling deeply though your nose.

The momentary distraction proved enough to keep your eyes off of Eddie as he maneuvered around the kitchen island. Reached into one of the paper bags on the counter and accidentally knocked your pocketbook down with it. It was a brief moment. Thirty seconds passed, at most. But it was enough for him to notice the darkened edge of the photo the doctor had given you.

The little profile of the baby was unmistakable. Rounded head, curved back, little arms and legs tucked up near its face.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie lifted himself upright, the photo shaking in his trembling hands.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, stepping into the circle of his waiting arms as he pushed the photo onto the counter beside him, welcoming you into the safety of his chest.

“You’re sorry?” he questioned against your hairline, kissing the skin there. Tipped your head up until your eyes met his. You could see the tears collecting on his bottom lash line. Caught the subtle tremble of his bottom lip. “I—why are you sorry?”

“The timing. The album release. The upcoming tour,” you began, sniffling noisily. “The new house. And the fact we literally got married a few weeks ago. I haven’t even gotten used to thinking of myself as a wife and now I’m going to be a mom and I—”

“You’re pregnant.” A statement. Not a question.

Confused, you nod. “Yes, I guess that’s what I’m trying to tell you right now—”

“Are you happy about it?” he asked.

You hadn’t really thought about it. At the time you’d found out, your thoughts had been a whirlwind. Fears of potentially having put the baby in danger because you hadn’t known about it running rampant through your mind. Wondering if they were okay, if everything had looked normal. Wondering how to care for your body now that it was housing another human, what to eat, what to do. Thinking further down the line about swollen feet, aching back, and birth.

But now?

Eyes drifted over to the photo once more. Your fingers reached out to grip it in hand, holding it in the space between your husband and yourself, shoulder pressed into his chest, his hand curled around your hip. His ringed finger traced the profile of the baby’s head, and you allowed yourself the brief fantasy of Eddie a few months from now holding a newborn in his arms, cradling it like it was the most precious thing in this world.

A part of you. A part of him. Treasured and loved.

Even now.

You could see it in the waver of Eddie’s eyes. The softened look in that chocolate brown stare.

“I am,” you said, more so to yourself than anything else.

“Then everything else doesn’t matter,” he promised, drawing your gaze back to his face. “We figure it all out together.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he promised, hand coming down to rest along your midsection. “I’m gonna be a dad, huh?”

“Crazy, right?” You wrinkled your nose and he kissed it, then kissed your forehead lovingly. “You excited?”

“Scared as all hell. But I’m excited.” He led you toward the side patio door, beaming so bright he mimicked the sun looming above. “Can I tell the guys?”

You nodded and Eddie slid the door open.

“Hey assholes!”

Three heads turned his way, brows arched high on their foreheads.

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

They whooped and hollered and clapped their hands like you’d both won a prize. And you laughed until your cheeks hurt, your husband’s band mates coming up one by one to congratulate you on the littlest Munson.

Later, you lay sprawled on your living room couch, your head on Eddie’s lap and his hand now where it permanently rested across your stomach.

His smallest friend, his newest little sheep, his child.

It was quiet, the sounds of your television lulling you into a welcoming sleepy daze.

And then, “What do you think about the name…”

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurbs

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dark-elf-writes · 7 months

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Omega cloud omega cloud omega cloud

OMEGA CLOUD OMEGA CLOUD OMEGA CLOUD

Cloud who still hadn’t presented when the whole Nibelheim incident went down (something he is later grateful for as the thought of what Hojo would have done to him if he had known Cloud was an omega at the time stars almost as prominently in his nightmares as the vague recollections of what actually happened to him) and as if becoming an eco terrorist and hunting a man he definitely kind of remembers already killing isn’t hard enough he starts feeling… weird.

It starts, perhaps predictably, with Tifa. With the two do them in her tiny apartment in Sector 7 saying everything and nothing as they both do the time honored Nibelheim tradition of not talking about their problems while also dancing around Clouds lack of memory. With Cloud’s hands (still smooth dispute his ease in wielding the Buster Sword. Enhanced healing is a bitch when it came to keeping callouses. He thinks they should still be there he isn’t sure why the fact that they aren’t fills his head with static) trailing over the softest blanket he has ever felt, reluctant to pull away. Tifa’s eyes go soft when she tells him to keep it. She won’t take no for an answer.

He doesn’t understand why he’s so upset at the loss of the blanket when the plate falls. He pretends that pressing his face against Tifa’s shoulder doesn’t help that ache.

Aerith smiles at him when she tosses a hoodie at his head when he’s playing her bodyguard. “You can’t sleep in armor silly!” The scent of her and something else soothing a part of him as he tugs it on. He doesn’t leave it behind when he sneaks out even though he knows he should. She doesn’t seem to mind, smiling when she sees it later in his pack and promising they can share custody of the sweater. He doesn’t think about how the thought of losing it sends a spike of fear down his spine.

Then everything is moving too fast to think about much of anything for a long time.

Red stares at him sometimes like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. Cloud doesn’t understand why.

He also doesn’t understand why on one of their trips into a town for supplies Barret steps in front of him with a growl when a man gets a bit too close. Instead he grumbles about being able to protect himself and pretends not to notice when a shirt that is far too large to be his joins his stash, as small as it is.

He doesn’t understand, not until they’re back in Nibelheim and they find a man asleep in a coffin. Until glowing red eyes look him up and down and the man announces to the whole team that Cloud is about to go into heat.

Cloud doesn’t understand. Tifa does.

Her hand grips his arm tight enough that if he wasn’t enhanced he was sure he would have bruised and makes him look down at her. “You went missing at sixteen, Cloud.”

It hits him then, the realization. Most people didn’t present until their late teens or early twenties. Between the mako messing with his scent and the lack of memories Cloud hadn’t noticed (hadn’t remembered?) he had presented.

It’s Yuffie that huffs out a shocked laugh. “Gods. He’s been nesting this whole time.”

Cloud pretends not to hear her. His blush doesn’t help in that endeavor.

#the elf talks #ff7 #omega cloud

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boogiewrites · 2 years

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Alfie Solomons - Choking on Sapphires Masterlist PT 1

Choking on Sapphires

Genevieve Durand is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent, and brutal businesswoman. When she moves to London for a new chapter in her life, she finds herself very interested in the friends the father of her godson has found himself in business with. Surely these new business endeavors will be fruitful for all involved. An epic (long) slow burn romance about the years after WWI in London with two gangsters trying to control their power and navigate love, family and pride along the way. Where will they find themselves holding their loyalty? And will their loyalty to each other falter as it’s tested time and time again. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Find Part 2 here! (There are so many chapters it won't let me put them all in one post!

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hopelesshawks · 1 year

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This is a hot take and may get me into trouble/some angry anons and people are more than welcome to disagree with me but re: Dabi:

I feel like now that Dabi’s dance has dropped in the anime, people are characterizing it as this moment where he unveils Endeavor as an abuser and then is hurt by the fact the heroes and the rest of the family stand by Endeavor. Along with this take is often people being appalled by the fact Shouto would take Endeavor’s side.

But I think that does a disservice to what’s actually happening there. It’s often put in amongst the characterization that he’s this big brother that’s still seeking that relationship and that connection. And while part of him, a deeply buried part, the part of him that’s still Touya, does still need to heal, I don’t think he’s seeking validation. If he were just trying to show the world who Endeavor really is and have his trauma acknowledged, why include Hawks when it could distract from his point? Why wouldn’t he have unveiled all of this earlier when there wasn’t a literal war going on? The video’s purpose was to shake people’s faith in heroes and to destroy Endeavor’s reputation. It wasn’t a cry for help, it was an incredibly smart tactical decision and it worked. We haven’t seen any civilians stand up to defend Endeavor iirc and Shouto and the rest of the family aren’t so much taking Endeavor’s side as they are acknowledging that Endeavor needs to clean up his mess because innocent people will die if he sits around lamenting the fact that everyone knows he was an abuser now. The fact some people are actively trying to chase heroes out is further proof that Dabi’s video got the response he wanted.

I don’t think Touya craves being a big brother again because he never had that kind of relationship with his siblings. By the time Fuyumi and Natsuo were born he was already struggling with his mental health. I think people forget that his training under Endeavor didn’t look like Shouto’s. He was doing it willingly and eagerly, it was the removal of it that broke him because both his parents failed to nurture him properly as that was pulled away so he internalized it as a punishment instead of as a precautionary measure for his own good. He discarded the opinions of Fuyumi and his mother, developed an unhealthy relationship with Natsuo in search of validation but didn’t genuinely want his opinion, just for him to agree that Touya’s life was unfair. Him attempting to kill Natsuo is proof that for a long time Dabi’s primary objective has been to hurt Endeavor no matter what must be sacrificed to meet that goal. To make Endeavor feel the pain of failure and rejection that Touya felt as a child. His early days as a supporter of Stain gave the impression that he’s already cynical about hero society. I don’t think for one second he thought the heroes would shun Endeavor.

There’s a reason Dabi dances after the video drops. He isn’t secretly upset that the heroes didn’t take his side and abandon Endeavor. He is joyous that his father is watching the world burn around him and is for the first time realizing that he was a contributor to all of that burning because he didn’t take care of his son the way he should. The video got exactly the reaction Touya wanted and destroying Shouto to put the final nail in the coffin will be the cherry on top. Not because he’s angry at Shouto for choosing Endeavor. Frankly I don’t think he could give less of a shit about him. It’s because Shouto is the personification of everything Endeavor wanted, his perfect child who can surpass All Might. Shouto is all Endeavor would have left if he were the same man he was at the start of the manga (you can decide whether or not you think the changes are enough or if he’s redeemed himself but you cannot deny that’s he’s grown). Destroying Shouto would mean having ripped everything away from Endeavor before finally murdering him as slowly and torturously as possible.

Touya absolutely represents the inner child that still desperately needs healing. But Touya was a passionate kid and then a very angry kid. His inner child wants to make daddy hurt and lash out and throw a tantrum and have it actually do something for once. Dabi the mass murderer is happy to fulfill that wish for him.

And finally I think it’s important to note that the fact Endeavor didn’t immediately have a large reckoning is because they’re literally in the middle of a war. They can’t just call up AFO like “hey dude, I know you’re trying to raze Japan to the ground rn but could we take a time out to hold a trial for and sentence the strongest hero we currently have? K thx.” Taking Endeavor out of the picture right now could mean hundreds if not thousands of innocent people dying. It very much is not the time for them to be moralizing. You wanna talk stripping Endeavor of his titles and status and any awards he may have received? I’m all for it, but all of that has to wait until all of society isn’t literally falling apart at the seams.

#I also just feel like there’s nothing in canon that hints to us that Touya is still in there trying to surface #he’s very manipulative and cunning (it’s why I think he’s such a cool villain)#would it be a way more interesting story if we /did/ get to see parts of Touya peeking through? absolutely #do I like the idea of reaching out to Touya to try and bring him back instead of Shigaraki? 10000% I think it would’ve made more sense #but that’s not what we got #idk I feel like let the manipulative mass murderer shine as a manipulation mass murderer #I love we got to see how he got to this point but he can be a complex character without secretly being soft older bro uwu #anyway no one hurt me over this it’s just my personal interpretation lmao

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pixiealtaira · 2 years

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July Snippet Day three

It is still day three for me....

Glee after Kurt’s second year of NYADA

The summer after Blaine’s massive meltdown and tantrum and the subsequent break-up was looking to be…difficult. Horrid. Soul crushing. Kurt saw no relief from it. There was no one to ease the feeling that somehow he was solely to blame. He had no one to talk to, really. Artie blamed Kurt and wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was the only one still in New York City. He hadn’t heard from Elliot or Dani since before he was bashed back in February…he remembered asking about why he hadn’t and getting a vague brushing off and then the bashing happened and then every moment was focused on Blaine again…making sure he wasn’t feeling inadequate or ignored. And no body at work spoke with him, at least not at the diner. Rachel was off doing heaven only knew what, and didn’t respond to any attempt at contact. Brittany and Santana were both off traveling around with Mercedes. All three were upset with him anyway, and he was pretty certain it was Blaine’s fault they were but he didn’t KNOW for sure it was because they weren’t answering any of his attempts to talk. And Blaine had gone home to Ohio.

Due to Blaine having gone home to Ohio, once again everyone there was subject to Blaine’s version of things and only Blaine’s version…sadly including his dad and Carole. He had heard from them both. Long lectures on his attitude and behavior and how disappointed they were in his sabotage of Blaine’s scholastic endeavors and how sad they were that he was being so spiteful. Carole had even recommended he NOT come home to Lima at all during the summer and canceled his flight that left the Monday after finals. His dad had just excused her actions as well founded and informed Kurt he was going to be in Washington DC anyway.

(She called Thursday at noon. Kurt still had three finals. Blaine ought to have still had two finals…they shared two of the classes. Kurt never asked if Blaine had just called her to whine or if he’d left for Ohio already by that time and whined at her in person…and skipped finals. Kurt had not seen Blaine at any final, but Kurt had sat in all classes in such a manner that he wouldn’t have…and the performance classes had presented before finals week, leaving only theory tests to be taken during the finals week. Blaine hadn’t been at those either, but Blaine often wasn’t.)

Kurt wasn’t sleeping again, he was popping antacids like no one’s business and he was ill. He got in touch with a therapist, one of the ones on a list Rachel had left at the loft that she’d seen right after Finn had died. He’d seen her twice, it was all he could fit in his schedule… but that lady was not making him feel better at all. In fact she was making everything worse. He just came back from appointments with her more ill feeling. Kurt made it through finals week and the week after but he was struggling with every single day.

He had signed up for summer courses, including an intensive tap class. Five days a week for an hour each morning, he was going to sweat and probably bleed as he got down the tap which he felt was holding him back in his normal semester daily dance courses. He showed up Monday the week summer sessions began. He knew Cassandra July was teaching but the first class was run by a teaching assistant and he ran them through warms up and drills and routines. Ms. July came in the last fifteen minutes to watch each individual and decide what needed attention first and what needed attention most. She took one look at him and flipped.

“Unless you come back not looking like someone dragged a corpse out of a coffin, you will be dropping this class!” She yelled after the first day.

“I’m working on it! It’s been about two and half weeks since my life went to hell again and one of those weeks was bloody finals!” Kurt shouted back, the slapped his hands over his mouth.

Ms. July smirked.

“How are you working on it?” she asked.

Kurt was shocked into answering.

“I am starting class again, so my life will be required to get back to schedule and I’m seeing a shrink.”

“Who?”

Kurt gave the name and watched Ms. July turn all sort of shades of reds as she hissed and stormed before coming and staring him straight in the face, close enough that Kurt could feel her breathing.

“You will stop. I don’t know if you know this, boy, but you are gay. A bit on the flaming fairy side most of the time.”

Kurt nodded just a tiny bit, a bit weary of Ms. July at that moment.

#July Snippet #glee fic

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redpandaramblings · 2 years

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Ten Minutes to Midnight

Enby Present Mic x Enby Reader

CW: Enby Present Mic (All pronouns used but mostly they/them), Heavy references to sexual acts, bodily fluids, drinking, minimal editing

Your head was absolutely pounding. You cracked an eye open, groaning softly. Mercifully, the room was dark. Good. You didn’t think you’d be able to face sunlight right now. Who knew pro heroes could party that hard?

Well, you did. You knew how hard they could cut loose. This wasn’t the first gig you had DJ’d for after all. And heck, you worked with the cockatiel himself, you knew exactly how wild he could get. Though since you were thinking of work… You brought your wrist close so you could squint at your watch. 5 AM. A little later than you thought for how dark the room was, but not bad. You weren’t going to be late for anything, though you really knew you should start making a habit of making sure you had the day off after a big gig. You sighed, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes before freezing. This was not your apartment. This was not your bed.

You were not alone in this bed.

Holy fuck, how drunk were you last night?

You remember the party for most of the night. The hero commission was footing the bill, so drinks were flowing freely from the start. You had resisted for quite a while, using the excuse that you didn’t drink while working. That had lasted you a while, but not the whole night. You can only refuse the top heroes of the nation who you happen to be friends with so many times. And then Hizashi had taken over your equipment and ordered you to have some fun. You remembered dancing with Midnight… After that things got a little blurry. If you had to guess, you had gone home with someone. And unless you had snagged one of the cute waitstaff, that someone was a pro hero. Awkward, but not the end of the world, hopefully. You knew pretty much all of them, and were friendly with a decent amount. Perks of working in radio and hero promotion. So, you could live with this. Hopefully. Bracing yourself, you looked over at the other side of the bed.

Blonde. Very tall. Covering their head completely with a blanket. You snorted softly and gently tugged at the blanket to see their face. Oh. Oh no. Anybody but them. You'd rather it be Endeavor. You knew this stupid beautiful face well. You saw it almost every day at work after all. Why the fuck had you gone home with Hizashi. Well. You knew why. Anyone with working eyes probably knew why. They were radiantly handsome. And they could be so charming and funny. They knew how to get you out of your shell without pushing too much. If you were honest with yourself, you knew you had liked them for a long time. There was just the little matter of knowing they didn’t feel the same way. Didn’t they have a crush on one of their friends from high school? It barely mattered. Even if they didn’t, the two of you worked much better as friends.

You very slowly inched yourself off the bed, standing and then wincing. The telltale soreness combined with the cool liquid dripping down your thighs was the final nail in the coffin to confirm that the previous night had not ended innocently. Great. Just… great. You looked over to where Hizashi still lay, sleeping. They hadn’t budged an inch. You weren’t looking forward to trying to wake them up. Although… You paused as you bent down to pick up your discarded clothing. Maybe you didn’t have to. Mic had had a lot to drink last night, even more than you had. You could just get your stuff and forget the night had ever happened. If you were really lucky, they wouldn’t remember a thing. If you were less lucky, they’d remember, but appreciate you clearing out and never ever mention this embarrassing night again.

With that in mind, you quickly gathered the rest of your clothing, getting dressed as quickly and quietly as possible. You couldn’t find one of your earrings, eventually giving up. It had probably come off during the party anyway. In a few short minutes you were closing the door behind you. Now, all you had to do was avoid your co-worker, the one who had given you the night of your life, and pretend everything was absolutely normal. How hard could that be, right?

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So. Work was hell. You rested your head on the door of the janitor’s closet and sighed deeply. Why did it seem like every time you turned around, Mic was right there? Walking into the station early in the morning? They were there because they brought coffee and snacks as a holiday treat. Leaving the station late at night? There they were because they were going to do one of their “Surprise Party Nights with Present Mic.” It was like they were living at the station lately, and you couldn’t exactly do your own DJing job from home. So when you had left your sound booth to sneak out for lunch, only to hear the click of their heeled boots coming down the nearby hallway. And now you were hiding in a janitor's closet. You couldn’t keep doing this. It was insane! You held your breath as the click of Mic’s heels stopped nearby.

“Now where did that little bird fly off to now, hmm?” You heard them mutter to themselves.

Great. So they had been hanging around looking for you lately. And you didn’t think you were lucky enough for it to be just friendly reasons. You waited a few minutes after hearing Mic’s heels click away before creeping out of the closet. Avoiding them wasn’t going to work forever, much as you wished it would. You had to talk to them about what happened sometime. Pulling out your phone, resolute, you sent them a brief text.

Hey. Know you’ve been looking for me. We do need to talk, but can it wait until after the company New Years party?

Their reply came almost instantly. As long as we can talk later. But I need to ask, we good?

You chuckled, shaking your head. Yeah. We’re friends, dork. We’re good.

You laughed when he sent back a custom sticker of themself giving a big thumbs up. Yeah. You two were good. It might be awkward as hell for a while, but you were good. Now you could focus on just getting through the rest of this year.

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The studio New Years Eve party. Huge, wild, sparkly. Big personalities, lots of drinks, lots of fun. The studio rented the top floor of a fancy hotel every year. A chance for everyone to cut loose and see the old year out with a friendly but firm boot to the ass. The company DJs took turns at the turntables whenever the whim hit them. Formal dress but informal attitudes. You were having a great time. It was good to finally relax again, though you were making sure to actually pace the drinking this time. Though things were much less awkward with Mic since your texts, you still didn’t want to tempt fate.

Speaking of the devil, over the soundsystem you heard one of your tipsy coworkers “All right, cool cats, it’s time for me to pass the discs to everyone’s favorite loudmouth. Make sure you have your ear protection, and get ready to make some noise! Because he is, she is, they are… Present Mic!”

And sure enough, there was Mic on the raised platform, and they looked beautiful. They were wearing a spiked leather jacket over a short sparkling dress that put the disco ball to shame. Their makeup was on point as always, and their hair was down, flowing over their shoulders. Looking at them was like a punch to the gut because it just further cemented just how much you loved this gorgeous, loud, brash, kind person. Really really loved them. And very soon you were going to have to have a “Sorry you fucked, but we’re still friends” conversation. Happy fucking new year to you. You shook your head before draining your glass, setting it on a side table. You needed to clear your head. You didn’t think you could hack anyone asking if you were alright right now. So you quietly slipped out of the main room, walking past the bathrooms and kept going until you reached the stairwell. You opened the door and used one of your shoes to make sure it stayed wedged open and wouldn’t lock behind you. You slumped on the stairs with a sigh and hung your head between your knees. You let your thoughts flow free and dark, wishing you had a cigarette because some situations just call for a smoke. You weren’t sure how much time had gone by when you looked up at the sound of the door being pushed open. A blond head you desperately did and didn’t want to see poked through.

“Hey, there you are. Are you okay?”

You sighed, your lips quirking up at the corners. “Not really.”

Hizashi frowned and hesitated. “Want me to go, or…”

You shook your head, scooting over and patting the cement of the step. “Come on. Don’t let the door lock behind you.”

Hizashi hurried into the stairwell, taking a seat next to you. They hesitantly brushed their shoulder against yours and you leaned against them in silent reply. Hizashi wrapped their arm around you, and gave you a squeeze.

“I don’t know how to even start this conversation.” Hizashi murmured.

“Hopefully not with never wanting to see me again?” You chuckle nervously.

They squeeze you tighter. “Don’t even joke about that! Of course I want to see you. I want to see you every day.”

You elbow them lightly. “Got some wine to go with that cheese?”

“Hey!” They laugh, pulling away to look at you. “I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Sorry. Would it help if I said I’ve been in love with you for a few years now?”

It was like all the breath left Hizashi and they stared at you. “Yeah… Yeah it would.” Hizashi pushed their hair behind their ear, and you noticed for the first time that they were wearing the earring you thought you had lost. You reached out and touched it before looking them in the eye and realizing something.

“God we’re idiots. You love me too.”

Hizashi smiled. “Yeah.”

“You’ve loved me for a while, haven’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Years?”

“Something like that.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Crippling self doubt, among other things?”

“Well, same.”

“You expect me to believe that you, Presentation Micheal, doubted anyone would fall in love with you?”

“Well, waking up to find that the person you love and had an amazing night with tried to vanish the next morning isn’t exactly an ego booster.”

You flushed, looking away. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I was… Scared, I think. So scared that I’d managed to fuck up our friendship. And honestly, I still don’t entirely remember how we ended up back at your place.”

Hizashi gave you a squeeze. “Well that’s a shame. It was a great night. We could… We could try to recreate it. If you wanted to, that is.”

You look up at them and hold their gaze a moment before nodding. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the party beginning the countdown for the end of the year.

“I want to. I want to a lot.”

“Good.” Hizashi smiled, and leaned closer to you.

“Great even.” You whisper, leaning closer yourself.

There are cheers as the countdown hits zero, but you’re barely paying attention because Hizashi’s lips are meeting yours.

Maybe this would be a great new year after all~

That’s it everyone! Just a little self indulgent drabble with one of my favorites. From me and mine to you and yours, may you have a good and joyous new year. May 2022 be gentler to us than the past few years.

#present mic x reader #present mic #mha reader insert #new years #holiday fic #mha fanfiction #hizashi yamada x reader #yamada hizashi #enby present mic #enby reader

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labyrinthof-fan-fiction · 4 years

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Endeavor

Spock x Reader

Summary: Really just playing to my obsession with Spock having hidden relationships that McCoy and Kirk learn about at random moments.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters.

Several beeping machines surrounded you as you woke up. You blinked slowly, letting the surroundings sink in. A sick bay, you knew that much, but it wasn’t your ship. Of that you were certain. Definitely Starfleet, you breathed a sigh of relief, at least you knew you were safe. You close your eyes, trying to bring back the memories of what had lead to your current medical leave. There was an attack, Klingons, you knew better than to engage. But you were clever and knew you could get yourself out of this fight. You could protect your crew…. Your crew, where were they, were they safe? The heart rate monitor began to speed up. “Easy there, sweetheart,” A voice drawled from your right side. You opened your eyes to a gruff looking man, handsome, but gruff. “Breathe.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “I’m not having an admiral die on my watch.” He grumbled.

You smirked, “I’ll have to remember your dedication.” You mumbled as he tapped his pad and let out a puff of breath. “At least you have a sense of humor.” He retorted, continuing to look over the machines around you and back to his pad. “Tell me doctor, which ship am I on?” You asked as he continued to fiddle around you. “Enterprise,” he said, as he began quickly typing on the pad, the heart rate monitor began to frantically beep. “Shit.” Your eyes flickered up to his, “Doctor?” “Just what the hell did you think you were doing taking on Klingons in your state?” He snapped, pulling himself away from the pad to focus on you. “I’ll have you know I am a decorated admiral…” You began, only to be cut off. “You don’t know.” He murmured, his eyes boring into yours. “Admiral, you are pregnant.” Your breath hitched. Pregnant. You were pregnant. On his ship and pregnant. But you had both kept your relationship a secret. You both respected each other’s career too much to ruin it with a relationship. Space was not a place to raise a child, especially not when you just lost your ship. A family put too many nails into the coffin of your life. “No.” You stated firmly. He chuckled, “This isn’t something an order is going to erase.” You sat up, instantly regretting it as your head began to spin. “My crew,” “Fine, all beamed onto the Enterprise as the Endeavor blew. You’re all lucky.” He said, “If we had not intercepted your distress call you all would have been gone.” You knew why your distress call had been picked up. He was listening, he would deny it to his final breath, you had no doubt, but he was listening for you. It had been months since you had seen him. And now you were pregnant. You should have known that your perfect game of dancing around the universe would come back and bite you in the ass. “Doctor,” You began. “McCoy, sir,” He interrupted. “Bones! How’s the patient?” A man bounded up behind the doctor, an infamous man, who you had the privilege of seeing during multiple hearings, all to determine his future in Starfleet. Captain James T. Kirk. “Alive.” McCoy grunted, finally turning away from you to look at the captain. “Admiral Y/N, it is a privilege to have you aboard my ship.” He stated, with a slight bow. You chuckled, “Captain Kirk, you’ll receive a commendation for this.” He smirked, “You know I’ve always been worthy of one.” You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t deny that you had a soft spot for the impulsive captain. He reminded you of yourself, even if he broke your age records, at all but admiral. “So what brings you to the Enterprise?” He asked. “Klingons,” you mutter. He nods and looks up as another presence enters your small hospital area. You feel his worry, but you can’t see it, no one can as he meets your eyes. “Admiral,” He states nodding his head toward you. “Commander Spock.” You say, returning the nod, feeling your insides begin to squirm, you had forgotten McCoy’s news for a moment. Kirk stared between the two of you, looking back and forth. McCoy glanced between the three of you and shrugged. “Captain, I believe the Admiral will need medical attention beyond my expertise.” Kirk turned to the doctor, drawing his gaze away from his first officer and you. “What makes you say that Bones, you’re the best one in the universe?” McCoy gritted his teeth, you could see his brain trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t ruin his doctor patient confidentiality. You sighed, “I’m pregnant.” Spock’s eyes quickly darted to your face, flickers of emotion flew across them in an instance before being pushed down into his regular stone faced demeanor. “So, why can’t we deal with that?” Kirk said unceremoniously. Looking at McCoy. “Perhaps, this is not a normal pregnancy, Captain.” Spock stated. Gazing at you, “If it was merely a human pregnancy I doubt Doctor McCoy would have any problems.” You nodded, glancing down at your stomach where a new life was growing, you had not given it much of a though. You brought up a hand to rest on your still flat stomach, sensing a small flutter. Your eyes met Spock’s and he gave a small smile from the corner of his mouth. “Not up to the challenge Bones? I thought you were made of tougher stuff than that.” Kirk said, smacking the doctor in the arm. “Interspecies pregnancies are not my speciality!” The doctor snapped, both oblivious to you and Spock staring at each other. “I imagine that the genetic makeup of this particular child would cause even more complications.” Spock murmured, moving closer to your side. “And how would you know that just looking at her?” The doctor snarled, losing his cool at bickering with Kirk and being showed up by Spock. “Because the child is mine.” Spoke stated placing a hand on top of your stomach. The two men froze, staring at the two of you, mouths open. You laughed, “Spock, I think you shocked them into silence.” “It’s about time.” He murmured, a gentle smile on his face as he moved his hand along your stomach, you could feel him reaching out to the child. The other two men began bickering amongst themselves, falling out of their dumbfounded silence. You saw McCoy grumble as he started tapping on his pad, something about losing a bet. You looked up at Spock, It will be alright. You heard him say in your mind, I will take care of you. You weren’t too sure if he was talking to you or the child, but all the same, for a moment, you forgot that your universe was crashing down around you.

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dracula-resurrected · 4 years

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In Darkness Bound || Dracula & Multi

The Castle seemed to take on a new life with it’s host restored to it one by one the torches lit the candles coming to light as the dark master rose from his slumber in his coffin. Dracula looked around himself all was as it should be, ghostly servants hurried through to their duties as he made his way through the halls of marble and the plush velvet curtains, other trappings of wealth that such as he had acquired over a long life. Hunger was what drew him from his sleep and hunger was easily quenched as he took to the balcony. The view from the balcony was of the city in the distance not the sleepy village below his castle in the Carpathians as he had expected. Oh well, more to drink... He thought to himself as he took flight a whirlwind of bats.

The shrieks that filled the night as he took life after life enjoying the relish of blood flowing through veins into his mouth. Draining each victim completely dry leaving their husk of remains in his wake. How long since he had last truly drunk his fill?

He heard the sound of guns clicking and slowly turned upon the group of armed officers. The smile that came to his face as in a blur he was gone before their eyes appearing next to each slaughtering them wasting little of their blood. He heard it the sound of a heart beat near by, “Come, come, little prey, for I thirst greatly and I endeavor to make a meal out of you for I have not had my fill just yet.” He saw movement and appeared to them. “There you are, may I have this dance?” He asked as he pulled the terrified person in dancing them around humming a dark macabre melody as they spun together before dipping them low and drinking. “A fine partner, an even better meal.”

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mythriteshah · 5 years

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The Next Act

Now well into his retirement from adventuring, the Mythrite Sultan himself was highly pleased over the reception of his Power in Beauty Catalogue’s Eikon Collection. The Higuri Regalia was well on its way at becoming a titan of fashion – more than just a gemcraft and textile empire.

After some… coercion from his lovable army of assassin-maidservants (more commonly known as his Angels), Lord Thiji Higuri has taken a more active role in the overseeing of his business amidst his retirement. He was making his way to his Aldenard Branch Headquarters in the Goblet when he saw his beloved family pet and Regalia mascot, Nyra, Mythrite Owl of Nald’thal, swoop in and greeted her master with a soothing hoot before perching herself on his head.

“’Tis a good day indeed, Nyra,” he spoke as he crossed the threshold into his estate grounds, the cherry blossom petals dancing around him ever so gracefully. “At last, this realm is finally beginning to find enlightenment in our wares… and none too soon, I might add. This battle is ours, but we must maintain our hold while we still have this momentum.”

Opening the door he would be greeted by parallel lines of mannequins leading up to the central staircase. Each mannequin was adorned in garb shown within the titular PiB Catalogue. The Vortex Ballgown. The Reveler’s Hakama. The Blissful Lehenga. The Hive Sherwani. All of them, impeccably made and crafted with the utmost care and consideration.

As he decontaminated himself with the aid of their Allagan Purification Module, he would be greeted by his old friend and Aldenard Branch Advisor, Shishira Shira.

“It is good to see you again, My Sultan,” she said as she bowed. “Welcome back. We have received a steady flow of activity from the seekers of fashion in our realm, and all are enamored by our masterworks.”

“Splendid news, my dear,” Thiji replied in his usual cool manner. “And your training with Her Grace?”

“I am a proud inheritor of the Mhachi arts now,” Shishira replied. “Queen Chichibi is an incredible teacher.”

He gave a nod of approval as he made his way downstairs to the Angels’ quarters, while Shishira inspected the clothing with glamour prisms to ensure the “proofing” failsafe was still active. As he made his way downstairs he would be met with three individuals: Bimala & Ekanta – his Ananta maidservants (who are essentially his Angels at this point) – and Isja, one of the Regalia’s newest models.

“My Ssssultan,” the Ananta greeted with a bow. Isja was practicing poses in her Angel uniform until she heard the two Ananta speak, then turned to see her beloved lord, silently bowing as well.

“Ladies,” Thiji said as he made his way to his quarters.

“What geniusss has the massster planned this time?” Bimala eagerly asked.

“We will know, friends, in due time,” Isja answered in her quiet voice. She then turned to the Mythrite Sultan and grinned. “Remember, my lord: whatever you may have planned, my body shall always be your easel.”

“Thank you, Miss Isja, for your efforts,” he responded. “Miss Bimala. Miss Ekanta. My thanks to you as well for bringing the Regalia to where it is today.”

“Our pleasure, my lord,” Ekanta replied. “We have ssseen firsthand your worksss, and you bring truth to the wordsss ‘Power in Beauty’. We are more than honored to ssserve the Regalia.”

After a calm bath, the Mythrite Sultan would contemplate within the confines of his Mhachi coffin. As he closed his eyes, he dreamed. He saw himself in the most lavish parties and galas, with people the realm over clothed in the very attire of the PiB Catalogue. Partygoers looked on and exchanged hushed whispers, praising the Lalafellin noble for his fashion acumen and most refined of tastes.

Plays were even made in his honor, which flattered him to such a degree that he was nothing short of embarrassed. But it was during this juncture that he recognized the actors on stage: they bore a striking resemblance to the Majestic Imperial Theater Company of the Prima Vista, the massive airship which housed the selfsame group as they traveled the realm, bringing the magic of theater to the masses. Their biggest and most ambitious of plays was the Zodiac Brave Story, detailing the events of ancient Ivalice which led to the War of the Lions, and Delita Heiral’s rise to power.

This caused the Mythrite Sultan to stir from his mid-afternoon slumber, rising from his bed to rush over to his desk, searching over the tomes he had kept since his first journey to Eorzea. And there it was: the tales of the valiant heroes of Thavnairian legend who saved the realm from utter destruction – the tales of his people.

Then, after another perusal, he would find an old codex he had not used since before the Dragonsong War – the Last Resort. A Zodiac Weapon. Its vast aetherial reserves and esoteric techniques were responsible for many of Nym’s victories during its time. And it was this very same codex that the Nymian hero, Golbas Rombas, saved his people from the Sixth Umbral Calamity of Water. The only piece of the puzzle was how to go about bringing his vision to fruition…

From outside his chambers the Ananta maidservants and Isja had their ears against the wall, feverishly awaiting their lord’s discovery since he sprung from his nap. All they heard from beyond the wall was one word:

“Atma…”

Before the Angels had time to figure out what in the seven hells an “Atma” was, Thiji had already appeared from out his chambers. He turned to them before giving the ladies a commanding glare.

“I know our course, Angels,” he declared. “I require Auracite.”

“Auracite, My Sultan…?” Isja calmly questioned.

“We will recreate the Holy Stones as told in the Zodiac Braves. Not precisely as they were, thankfully, but a safer variant where the wearer need not fear possession by an otherworldly demon. We will re-imagine these evil beings and the Zodiac Braves into works of art so masterful that it will rival our own Eikon Collection.”

“I have heard talksss of your Lion Order patronsss within Rabanassstre, my lord,” spoke Bimala. “Perhapsss they can provide you with the Auracite necessary for your next endeavor.”

“Thank you, Bimala,” said Thiji with a nod. “I will request some to be obtained during their stay; their impeccable timing has worked in our favor yet again. Isja, are you prepared to bring further greatness to your race?”

“Always, My Sultan,” Isja replied, “and even more prepared to keep my rival on her toes.”

The Mythrite Sultan, with his path now set, was ready to commence the next milestone of his Magnum Opus – a section that will combine the beauty of the Near East with the glorious Zodiac Braves of Ivalician and Thavnairian legend.

The time has come for the battlefields of fashion to be seized yet again.

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glenngaylord · 2 years

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The Windsor Knot – Film Review: Spencer ★★★★1/2

With so much attention paid to the late Diana Spencer in recent times, with the most current season of The Crown and the Broadway musical among the high profile endeavors, it may seem a film entry would not have anything new to say on the subject. Luckily, with Pablo Larrain (Jackie) directing Steven Knight’s (Locke, Dirty Pretty Things) screenplay for Spencer, this strange, artsy meditation on loneliness, rage, and self-realization cuts through the clutter with something fresh, immersive, and emotionally haunting. Add a career-defining, wounded, sometimes unsympathetic, not always relatable yet fiercely cutting performance by Kristen Stewart, and you have one of the can’t-miss movies of 2021.

Set in the early 1990s, well enough into Diana’s marriage to Prince Charles to recognize its bitter last gasps, the film begins with a military procession converging on the Royal Family’s Sandringham Estate in Norfolk on the day before Christmas. Carrying what look like coffin-like crates holding weaponry, they instead contain all manner of food items needed for the three day gathering. Almost immediately, the chatter amongst them turns to the terrible faux pas that Diana has not yet arrived, despite the Queen already being there. We then cut to the Princess driving alone in her small convertible, lost and stopping at a cafe for directions, stunning the patrons.

From here, we stick almost exclusively with Diana, only rarely catching a glimpse of the Royals, with the Queen only given one line of dialogue in the entire film. Her judgmental side-eyes at her daughter-in-law speak volumes instead. Stewart plays Diana as a bored, impatient, sulking, buzzkill. She’s late to every planned event, rarely cracks a smile, and refuses to go gently along with the restrictive nature of her life. One could easily conclude that, despite her enormous privilege, she has turned into a supreme brat. Yet Stewart finds Diana’s empathetic heart, the trapped animal whose sole mission is to protect her two sons from this stifling existence, yet still unafraid to give us a warts and all portrayal.

Under constant watch, she bristles at Timothy Spall’s scowling, smothering Major Gregory, who tries to keep her in line. Her only respite appears in the form of her dresser, Maggie (a wonderful Sally Hawkins), who seems to understand Diana’s torment and knows just what to say to get her dressed and pushed from room to room. Diana also savors time with her sons, showing maternal strength and a sense of humor while playing a game with them in one of the film’s best scenes. Spencer also has one laugh out loud moment when Diana wants to shoo a staff member away by using a well-placed bit of sexually explicit talk. These grace notes go a long way toward distancing Diana from the images of her petulance, bouts of bulimia, isolation, and her tragic death. The striking poster for the film, that of a lonely Princess, dressed to the nines, yet hiding her face from the camera, takes on something much more dire and eye-opening when observed within the context of the scene. So much of the film plays with our own interpretations of this woman vis-a-vis her private, internal thoughts.

With so much of the film happening inside Diana’s head, we have a sometimes unreliable narrator who exists in an almost constant state of paranoia and despair. You won’t soon forget what she does at a dinner scene with her pearl necklace, a gift from her husband, who also gave the same one to Camilla. It may not have really happened, but you can certainly understand her state of mind. Same goes for the fashion magazine montage of her dancing around the castle in various gowns perfectly designed by Jacqueline Durran. It may seem like a perfume commercial, but it also captures Diana’s need to escape. Knight has a gift for memorable dialogue, especially when underlying Diana’s role as nothing but mere currency and how the past, present and future no longer exist. Add Jonny Greenwood’s tense score and you have a type of psychological horror film along the lines of Roman Polanski’s Repulsion, another movie about a woman trapped.

Stewart offers a mesmerizing push-pull quality to Diana as someone not always likable but consistently vulnerable and real. She speaks in a hushed, tight, clipped manner befitting of someone at the end of her rope, yet gives us the shy, head tilt when facing the press. At certain angles, the resemblance is stunning. The lengths the family will go to in order to control her include clamping together curtains to shut Diana away from prying cameras and regimenting her wardrobe for every moment. Any reasonable person would want to blast some music and frolic around; anything to avoid the stifling boredom of a wordless dinner with the Windsors with their withering glances.

Despite the white privilege of it all, Spencer finds beautiful pockets of humanity. Notable late scenes with Hawkins and Spall stand out as the filmmakers looking for decency wherever they could find it. The film has a queer bent to it as well, with Stewart herself identifying as such and one character in particular giving us a surprising and tender moment of a same sex attraction which quickly morphs into a deepening of a relationship.

In its final act, Diana reaches a crossroads. In three short days, she has to make a decision which will impact her life and that of her sons. A stunning scene puts Diana in the center of a conflict as she strikingly stands her ground. Stewart has spent the entire story earning this moment, holding so much in, letting her mind play tricks on her, struggling to find value in her existence. This fight for her children ultimately gives this moody, impressionistic story an unexpected heroic uplift. Add an 80s classic on the soundtrack, a meal gorgeously unfit for a Princess, and a lovingly composed shot of Diana, her body language suggesting a heretofore unseen sense of calm as she leans against a railing looking out at an iconic London landmark, and you have a triumphant Diana moment almost guaranteed to replace in your mind the last seconds of her terrible fate. Stewart has the last line of dialogue in the film as she talks to a stranger on the other end of a speaker. She utters one defiant word, something seemingly so understated yet loaded with the power to rejoice in this strong, independent woman. Stewart should start rehearsing her Oscar speech.

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boogiewrites · 6 years

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@boogiewrites masterlist.

Also on AO3 & Wattpad as boogiewrites!

Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

Stranger Things - Jim Hopper, Eddie Munson

Narcos - Javier Peña

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin

The Umbrella Academy - Diego Hargreeves

Venom - Eddie Brock

Taboo - James Delaney

Frontier - Declan Harp

Lawless - Forrest Bondurant

The Boys - Billy Butcher

TDKR - Bane

Alfie Solomons x OFC

Choking on Sapphires Genevieve Durand is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent, and brutal businesswoman. When she moves to London for a new chapter in her life, she finds herself very interested in the friends the father of her godson has found himself in business with. Surely these new business endeavors will be fruitful for all involved. An epic (long) slow burn romance about the years after WWI in London with two gangsters trying to control their power and navigate love, family and pride along the way. Where will they find themselves holding their loyalty? And will their loyalty to each other falter as it’s tested time and time again. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Part 1 Thieves & Kings, Pt. 2 Conquest , Pt. 3 Nail In My Coffin, Pt. 4 60 Feet Tall, Pt. 5 I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor, Pt. 6 Stop The World Pt. 7 Making A Fool Of You Pt. 8 l’amour et la violence, Pt 9 Play With Fire Pt 10 Black Treacle Pt 11 These Stones Will Shout Pt 12 Fireside Pt 13 Trouble Pt 14 Tighten Up Pt 15 Sympathy For The Devil Pt 16 Don’t Speak Pt 17 No. 1 Party Anthem Pt 18 She’s Thunderstorms Pt 19 Show Me Pt 20 No You Girls Pt 21 Stand By My Girl Pt 22 You Should Be Glad You’ve Got A Man Pt 23 Fever Pt 24 Every So Often Pt 25 Suck It And See Pt 26 Strange Desire Pt 27 Livin’ In Sin Pt 28 Damned If She Do Pt 29 I’m Shakin’ Pt 30 Teenage Kicks Pt 31 Hands Pt 32 Growing On Me Pt 33 Dance The Night Away Pt 34 What Are You Afraid Of? Pt 35 Up To No Good Pt 36 Beast of Burden Pt. 37 Filthy/Gorgeous Pt 38 Do I Have To Talk You Into It Pt 39 Burnin’ For You Pt. 40 Future Starts Slow Pt 41 No One Knows Pt 42 Dreams Pt 43 Daddy Issues Pt 44 Hold On Pt. 45 Take Me To Church Pt. 46 Fortuna Pt. 47 Snap Out Of It Pt 48 Running Up That Hill Pt. 49 Hounds of Love Pt. 50 Make Up Your Mind Pt. 51 She’s Gone Pt. 52 Pale Blue Eyes Pt. 53 The Rat Pt. 54 Whole Wide World Pt. 55 Wild Horses Pt.56 Knee Socks Pt. 57 Wonderful Tonight Pt. 58 I Wanna Be Yours Pt. 59 Under My Thumb Pt. 60 It Must Be Love Pt. 61 Maybe I’m Amazed Pt 62 This Feeling Pt. 63 Gimme All Your Love Pt. 64 Love Is Blindness Pt. 65 Stuck In The Middle Pt. 66 Your Sins Pt. 67 More Than Words Pt. 68 What Kind Of Man Pt. 69 The Boy I Love Pt. 70 Killer Shangri-Lah Pt. 71 Shotgun Pt. 72 Stay In My Corner Pt.73 Loverman Pt. 74 Tonight Pt. 75 Just Like Heaven Pt. 76 You’ve Got The Love Pt. 77 It Makes No Difference Pt. 78 Blue Veins Pt 79 Baddest Man Alive Pt 80 505 Pt 81 Mardy Bum Pt 82 Levee Breaks Pt 83 Baby Says Pt 84 Sleazy Bed Track Pt 85 Breakdown Pt 86 Love Interruption Pt 87 It’s too late Pt 88 It ain’t over Pt 89 Bad Company Pt 90 Right Back Pt 91 Golden Hour Pt 92 Love Her Madly Pt 93 Bigger Boys 94 The Less I Know 95 List of Demands 96 Dog Days are Over 97 Golden Dandelions

Eddie Munson x OFC

Cherry Bomb Multi Part Series - COMPLETE

Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad. She wants to live a little and have some fun. She's made a list of things she wants to do before graduating to complete her bad girl transformation. But she'll need someone to help her learn how. Eddie Munson, the school "freak" and resident bad boy seems like the perfect teacher. Eddie takes her under his wing, but they both start to question what being "good" or "bad" means throughout the process. Who's reputation will actually change, and will the student become the teacher? Slow burn. Everyone's over 18.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Seeing Stars Multi Part Series

A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She’s armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie’s ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she’s an unreadable brick wall when she’s sober. Will Eddie’s attentive persistence help him break down the walls she’s put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn’t feel that way at first.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Javier Peña x OFC

Never Break the Chain 5 Part Series (Javier Peña and the original character Esme) Complete

The story follows the moments in their relationship in which things change, carrying the story of their romance from being young and in love in Texas at age 18 to the modern Narcos timeline. We follow Esme on her rise to being a top thief and Javier Peña's rise in the ranks. We see how their paths inevitably intersect in Columbia and how they handle coming face to face after a faked death and decades apart. It's dramatic, it's a cop loving a criminal and them being torn between their ways of life and their love. There's a happy ending among the angst.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Another Man (One Shot)

You see Frankie in a new light, and that light just started a fire inside you.

Explicit 18+ : Dirty Talk, Rough sex, p in v, oral f receiving, talk of bodily fluids, ownership.

Din Djarin x Reader

Burning Star Din Djarin is a long-time associate and friend. When faced with the truth about the creed he's taken, doubts begin to grow in his mind about his choices. He comes to you, looking for a confidant and he finds more than he bargained for.Begins latter part of S2, porn with plot. A growing romance between two characters that thought of themselves as solitary creatures now wanting to no longer be alone. But with The Mandalorian being who he is, things can never be so simple.

Chapter 1

Diego Hargreeves x OFC

No. 9: The Body (Diego Hargreeves x Eve Corpuz OFC)

Eve, once a rebellious runaway had turned her life around through the help of others to now be a doctor. She tries to return the favor these days. When a mysterious man keeps popping up in her life, what will her natural talent for healing become when it finally meets someone else with abilities like hers?

Chapter One Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

His Own Piece of Heaven by the Sea (ALfie Solomons x OFC) Ruth, a nurse at Margate, happens to be assigned to a man brought in off the beach with a gunshot wound to the head. With her kind nature and good heart he quickly sees she is exactly as she appears and becomes fond of her. Asking her to be his personal nurse in his seaside mansion in Margate, an unlikely friendship grows. With time, tenderness and patience they grow to become more.

Mae Flowers An Alfie Solomons Modern Magical AU. (Based in New Orleans and mixed with some AHS Coven characters at certain points.)

Alfie Solomons became the vessel for a dark ancient energy. In this universe, each of these energies has a mate and being the owner of a dark energy, Alfie has spent nearly a century waiting to find his light energy match. After a soul awakening of her own, Mae LeBlanc, a natural born witch, as well as a sensitive and kind woman from New Orleans soul finally starts to bloom and calls out to Alfie’s, unbeknownst to her. Not believing in supernatural powers, she finds herself thrown into a new existence that is full of things she never thought possible, including magical powers of her own. Faced with a new world full of possibility and potential danger (that also includes the incredible daunting idea of having a soul mate) Alfie takes her under his wing to teach her about her powers. As she grows and learns, so does he. They navigate her lessons together, come to terms with how lonely their lives have been without the other and face these very human emotions together. With a newfound friendship formed out of necessity, will the idea of a soul mate translate from a mere magical meaning to a romantic one? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

CH. 1 Pt. 1 CH. 1 Pt. 2 CH. 2 CH. 3 CH. 4 CH.5 CH.6 Ch.7

The past doesn’t matter. All that matters now is the future. (One Shot) About a woman named Rachel and the infamous Alfie Solomons. Angsty and romantic. Rachel finds herself unhappy with her life, despite making the clear choice to choose it and live it. With yearly reminders of her mistake coming in the form of flowers, all her regret comes to a head and she reaches out to the man she truly loves to help him (and her) escape the dark hand of her husband. Some lessons are only learned the hard way.

Bad Bride (One Shot) A power hungry woman finds herself suddenly having feelings beyond the professional for another gangster while engaged to another man. She decides to form a plan to secure her and her husbands rival, Alfie Solomons’, place in the underground of London. She doesn’t tell Alfie of her plan to get them everything they could want until her wedding day to his rival. How will he react when she confesses it’s been for them the entire time? A fun, smutty little one shot.

Uptown Girl (Young!Alfie One Shot) My imagining of a young Alfie Solomons, finding his way in the East End as a boxer. He meets a West End girl, Lucy, who represents everything he's not, everything he wishes he could be. A young love blooms, feeling lost in their own world together where it doesn't matter what's expected of her or what religion he is. But soon, they're both faced with the hard truth of the world they live in as they're faced with the wrath of Lucy's mother and the effects of WW1. It's stated in the story, but neither are underage. Alfie would canonically be around 22-23 at the time and Lucy is nearly 20.

A Shelby In Margate (Alfie x Shelby Sister One Shot S5 Ep.6) Penny Shelby has only wanted one thing, to not be a Shelby. When she finds out the truth after mourning the loss of her almost love from afar, perhaps he can help her achieve that pipe dream.

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Eddie Brock

Reports and Repertoire (Pre and Post Venom) (Complete) In the dark, down period of the six months after Eddie is fired, dumped and blacklisted, he comes across a lesser known journalist and reaches out in hopes of finding some work to focus on. He finds Candace Miller, an ambitious and kind import to San Francisco from the mid-west who wants to help people and be taken seriously.

With their many similarities in their work, they find themselves very compatible with her level-headedness and his inclination to admire a strong woman. They join forces to help the oppressed peoples of the city. This means long hours together, stakeouts and danger. With danger comes adrenaline, and add riding high on victory, who knows what this loser experiencing a win after a long drought will do? The sudden appearance of the symbiote Venom makes the growing bond between Candy and Eddie even more complicated to navigate. How will Eddie deal with the possibility of moving on from Anne and juggling a new relationship with a being like Venom? Eddie has to figure out if he wants to let his new love interest know about his other half or not. How will Candace react to finding out the truth about this new Eddie Brock? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (Symbrock) Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18 Pt. 19 Pt. 20

James Delaney

An Unexpected Gift (Complete) A woodland witch is sent James Delaney to care for by the spirits of the river after he’s attacked by hit men from the East India Company. She mends him, questioning their meeting as the spirits tell her he is a gift to her. They find an odd connection and unlikely fondness shared between them as they find respite in knowing another with powers like theirs. She heals him and sends him on his way, but fate has other plans on making their paths cross again. What do the spirits have in mind for them as they keep pushing them together? And is it in the cards for them to stay together? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Forrest Bondurant

Who We Were & Who We Are Now. (Completed) Tonya Barrett, or Miss Tawny as Forrest likes to call her, moves back home at the news of her stepfather becoming ill. She left Franklin County almost a decade ago, it feels like everything within her has changed and nothing has changed back home. Will the actions following her stepfathers passing lead the Bondurants to once again take her in? And this time, no longer being on the verge of adulthood but fully grown…what will she and Forrest decide to do about the lethal combination of history and chemistry they have together? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1 CH. 2 CH. 3 CH. 4 CH. 5 CH. 6 CH. 7 CH. 8 CH. 9 CH. 10 CH. 11 CH. 12 CH. 13 CH. 14 CH. 15 CH. 16 CH. 17 CH. 18 CH. 19 CH. 20 Epilogue.

Bane (TDKR)

Love’s Liaison (Bane TDKR x OFC) Mina has known Bane since his capture from prison. After the setback of losing in Gotham, what new changes will they both implement as they face starting over after almost losing one another?

Declan Harp

A Girl Walks Into A Bar Frontier Modern AU. Declan is a bar owner and local urban legend with a reputation he’d like to leave in the past. Bella is a rough around the edges, low key sweetheart that isn’t from his part of the woods. After meeting with the help of some bad luck and perhaps a touch of fate, how far will their undeniable chemistry take them until their histories catch up with them? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 CH. 7 CH. 8 CH. 9 CH. 10 CH. 11 CH. 12 CH. 13 CH. 14 CH. 15 CH. 16

A Witch, a Wolf and the Woods. An AU where Declan Harp is a werewolf. He comes across Evelyn Morgana, a dark witch who lives in a daunting mansion on the edge of the woods. He is drawn to her and her power, and finds his way into her home, her bed and her life. A dark, violent and highly sexual relationship follows as we watch their twisted romance grow and change while they face the challenges of navigating a magical world that tries to be hidden in the midst of the 1700's new world. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Pt. 1

Filia Diaboli Declan Harp Werewolf Modern AU. In a world where supernatural beings are real and have to try to exist among hostile humans, Morgana and Declan find themselves fatefully brought together. A Princess in a hierarchy lead by her father, she has earned the title through hard work, violence, and charisma. Declan is a self-hating wolf, a descendent from an original line, and among the most powerful, the burden of denying his inner wolf is heavy. A soul connection will bring these two together and force them to feel things they never have before. Their souls combined might be what the Supernatural world needs to stand against the religious terrorists that try to destroy their kind. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Ch. 1

Peach and Poppy Declan Harp AU. Set in the 1970′s, Declan is a misbehaving psychiatric patient and Dr. Dixon or Dixie as he likes to call her, is a tenacious and underestimated new hospital director. Will this new job get the best of her delicate sensibilities like people are warning her? Will the charm of one of her patient’s awaken something in her she can’t come back from? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

CH.1

Rosie & The Road Less Traveled Declan Harp 1970s Hippy/Roadtrip AU Rosie has made a bold decision and decided to leave her monotonous life. She sets out to create her own with a group of misfits traveling across America, post-Vietnam during the 1970s. She breaks out of her shy and insecure, sheltered shelf to have an adventure where she learns the realities of life outside her former cookie-cutter existence. She experiences, a year of sex, drugs, and rock and roll as the group of ex-soldiers and free spirits change her worldview and show her another way. She meets the charming but damaged Declan who takes her under his wing. Will a budding romance for this blossoming Rose prove to be her gift from the universe for making the hard decision to be her own woman? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

CH.1

Which is Harder? Being Honest or You? Billy Butcher x OFC She’s been involved in the messy world of The Boys for years now, same sad story, a Supe killed her husband, and now she’s out for revenge. The years pile up, and so do the stresses and anniversaries of deaths. On a night after the death of her husband, she finds herself worried about Butcher making it back from a job. Is it the booze that makes her so honest with him when he asks her what’s wrong? Is it the booze that makes her admit to what she really needs that night? Or was it inevitable between them all along?

Jim Hopper

Don't Call Her Annie (Complete) : Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove she isn't a bad person. She hasn't been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she'd thought she'd finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Part 1 Intro, Part 2 Advice & Arrests, Part 3 Bars, blankets & Bonfires, Part 4 Drunk & Discussions, Part 5 Preferences & Propositions, Part 6 Birthdays & Anniversaries, Part 7 Memories & Monologues, Part 8: Dusk & Dawn. Part 9: Valentine & Variation , Part 10 Reflection & Reassurance Part 11 Dancing & Domesticity Part 12 Music & Misunderstanding Part 13 Nostalgia & Now

Before & After : Dealing with the 1 year anniversary of her almost life-ending accident coming up soon, our main character not only has to deal with how this makes her feel, but also how it’s making Jim feel. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1 Before, Chapter 2 The Day Before, Chapter 3 Preparation, Chapter 4 Pt. 1 The Anniversary, Chapter 4 Pt. 2 The Sleepover Chapter 5 The Honeymoon Phase , Chapter 6 Control , Chapter 7 Losing It, Chapter 8 Finding It Chapter 9 Figuring It Out

Summer of Hopper : Hopper is in pieces after coming back to Hawkins after Vietnam. How long will you be able to be the strong one if you are also on the edge from taking care of him? If you both break…then what happens?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Some Legs Are Meant To Be Broken (Complete): When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine? (Originated from a request to write Hopper in a similar situation to Andy Dwyer from Parks and Rec when he had two broken legs. This was where that prompt took me.) Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

One Shots - Jim Hopper (SMUT)

An Act of Nature: You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your stepbrothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?

Not the fun kind of Daddy issues: Jim Hopper is your ex-husband. The fire burned bright but you just aren’t good for each other, you know it. You both try to deal with divorce and trying to raise Jane together despite your differences. Will she end up bringing you back together, or tearing you apart? Or maybe a little of both?

Long Day, Longer Night: A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again. (My Valentine's fic. Tried to make something romantic and wax poetic a bit.) <3

Don’t Mess With Jim: It’s been a long week without being able to see your favorite man, and you intend to make sure he remembers what he’s been missing. You’re reminded of just how powerful of an affect Jim’s words can have on you (and others).

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AoE II: Definitive Edition game Review

Attractive, good, mature strategy game is looking for a player! Despite the twenty years of which comprise happened, the new Age of Empires II: Definitive Edition still manages to deliver a wonderful experience.

The Age of Empires series is a real grandfather of the real-time strategy genre – this been around for over two decades. A while ago, we followed a remaster of the former job, named Definitive Edition and it became... positively, it was what it was, let's effect this on which. Let's answer I hugged it with the entire the weaknesses. And fully seriously, I did not think the changes will be so general in the remaster with the following part, the opus magnum of the RTS genre produced by the Company Studio. Really, I wasn't actually very considering this mission. Meanwhile, exactly what I saw within the original cycle from the game exceeded the wildest expectations. Age of Empires II Definitive Edition, despite their archaisms, comes out ahead and turns big things with the upcoming fourth installment.

Dance Macabre

That really isn't once the second position was renovated and announced – we've already held the HD Edition. Apparently, though, Microsoft wants to become George Lucas, who's forever boost the Celebrity Wars, and while in the case of the cotton Jedi grasp, the method doesn't necessarily win fan approval, you can in fact happened content about how things turn out with the discussed strategy. AoE2DE is better than something we've seen in this series so far. It's so good it doesn't have any major cons. A slight forced, aren't they? Fit, this is the opportunity of acclaimed dinosaurs sent to a burial family, the slogan which remains "Within our coffins people search more living." But really. Finding problem with a twenty-year old game is really defeat a quiet horse. Especially while this game comes with major development, and the skeleton may still party with many individual computers.

Visual pleasures in 4K

I won't beat about the bush. The above heading is a bit provocative, but the mostly real. Imagine that you have the appropriate hardware (I see most of you don't have to imagine that at all, but I needed to help), you launch Age of Empires II Definitive Edition in 4K, and your judgments are decorated with a world of little characters running about the place, that is strong as razor and has tremendous textures weighting 16 GB and prime specifically for this event. Truth be declared, I've only realized this world for a dozen frames per second, so it probably doesn't count (I ended up participating in 1080p). In any case, the people from Forgotten Empires went to great lengths to make sure players are left here amazement if they only have the proper rig.

And this not necessarily the "omg-next-gen-so-much!" type of awe, but rather "Dang, that's what a twenty-years-old game can look like?" They placed just about everything that could be fixed. From the exterior in the nature to tattoos and lives of units. The level developments are choosing to the vision, especially when you can now focus popular using the mouse wheel. Looking at a prospect full of warriors rendered in suits who offer virtual damage to each other never happened so exciting.

Collapsing buildings look very impressive – they disintegrate to parts and watch every brick falling upon a pile of debris. I've never find bored of enjoying collapsing castles and it sounds that I won't believe it because pointless activity for a while. It's mind-blowing!

Game designers have managed, among other things, to make sure that players won't have any problems with identifying specific buildings. Already at this stage, each building looks somewhat different, making it easier to get a perception of what's really going on in this prevailing chaos – in the fight or through the fast expansion of your city or village.

More resolutions and client interface

In addition to aesthetic and graphical marvels, it was and important to adjust the old-school user interface with a slightly newer product. In we mean a pure and modern UI which is better matched toward their objective.

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In the selection there is a new solution to size the client interface, which is a good idea for newcomers, who are not still familiar with the in-game hotkeys. Expanding the icons allows that you find a better understanding of their functions; representing a trade, professionals can get rid of the main interface almost completely. By the way, concerning the keyboard shortcuts – now anyone not merely have the risk to modify key bindings, but also to create separate profiles, which will definitely be welcomed in those who use their own power systems. Also, it is possible to immediately select all troops or developing of a given type on the plan also near erase them with just one click of the significant.

On the top block of UI you can check exactly how lots of folks we can recruit or we go out of conscious quarters. A different and extremely valuable star can indicate us the way many residents are unemployed. By pressing on it, the game leads us to every single of which (one in single) also were able to assign them a task.

There is too a new feature – queuing of tasks, thanks to which it is possible to plan the next actions of a hand unit in advance. Many buildings in structure or technologies that are now being developed are displayed at the top from the panel. This allows you to quickly understand the current state.

Select army feature has been increased. Not just you can see exactly how many thing you have marked, but you can also make sure that workers will not be built into a massive knot of elite soldiers. It helps a lot! Especially when you have to quickly respond to the unexpected circumstances.

One of the coolest development is the opportunity to restore a farm once this flows out of stocks. Just confirm this alternative then anyone no longer have to worry about the supply of food. It seems so funny that nobody have come ahead with such an idea two decades since. It was a really annoying issue.

We've was given the informed AI in the HD edition with the game, playing with the Definitive Edition the synthetic intelligence organization includes gone through some key polishing. I got the idea that the AI-controlled enemy doesn't focus a lot on working one activity when another, but rather acts in a new spread out and hostile approach. Employees are not directed to perform only one activity when another in order to increase into the next time. However, it doesn't imply that the redesigned AI is slower than the old one. This endeavor to help rest the budget and prioritizes tasks in a greater way. During the individual battles, the game allows one to choose that AI scripts should supply with specific civilizations – whether they should use those from the first type, the HD side or the latest form from the game. I push you to conduct your own experiments with the original AI order. That can be a quite addictive and amazing activity.

Another large new feature is the possibility of giving demands to allies when performing 2vs2 scenarios. The number of available draft is overwhelming (around a hundred and up) and they worry problems like as – demand for point of any point form of units, sending a specific type of troops in the ground, requesting support in an attack, request the ally to focus on a certain type of production or even design of the fence on selected location. You will need to invest a lot of time if you want figure it all out. Most importantly, the system seems to be working very decently.

Other significant novelty is the beginning of any new level of difficulty. Despite their name, Great difficulty doesn't make the action to difficult. It is instead a surface trick, designed to balance the levels available in the game, so that they are not as mixed so previously. So, the Acute difficulty level is very similar to the Difficult one, known in the previous edition with the game. Each direction, a challenge shall remain a challenge.

Revamped multiplayer

Speaking of problems. With DE, you can get position in problem which consist in getting certain objectives as suddenly as possible – for example, advance to the next era. New adepts of the line should give the time to survey the basics of game mechanics, if they expect to help fight against a real opponent in the multiplayer duel. The standard tutorial, which is also a Scottish struggle critical of the British, turns out as a complete joke. By no means it will make a person designed for a multiplayer battle.

Just before we turn on to more depth about multiplayer mode, I should explain that this entire element of the game was entirely redesigned. No more peer-to-peer connections. Instead, game designers have put together multiplayer servers that must provide a much smoother and lag-less experience. At least unlike which gets gone on to me in our gameplay experience.

The style and efficiency of multiplayer’s lobby has been modified. Now we can develop personal and password-protected game sessions. Among the new story there is a possibility to watch multiplayer sessions of people as a witness (there could be almost any number of people watching). The new map selector gets that easier to filter them before make your own sets. At last, the revised matchmaking system should enable a better diversity of rivals due to the more explicit research criteria. This would entail much more time, than I did after the game's release, to get to see all these novelties and innovative solutions i always have described above. Despite which, I have to acknowledge in which everything I've tested worked perfectly.

A multicultural game

The ownership of Definitive Edition helps to create something more than simply updated graphics, interface, AI and restored multiplayer. The creators have managed to gather all expansion sets – including all worlds which showed up in both add-on. Moreover, they have created some further content. Thanks to that, twenty-four works are awaiting anyone from the record person mode! In other words, it's hundreds of times of enjoyment! Four new cultures have happened put into those previously living in the average style and many add-ons. Also, several ones have collected unique campaigns. Despite the fact that game designers have decided to take an easy method with based the armies might off new states in cavalry, we should be grateful to they've broadened the previously diversified band of worlds.

For the new we can carry out the role of Lithuanians (unfortunately, that people was denied of unique campaign). And, you can performance when Tatars, Bulgarians and Cumans. The last are well-known from Kingdom Come: Deliverance. I've played all new wars also from what I've seen so far, many different nations become a little threw in assessment to their opponents. Or I'm a worn principal then a talented strategist? I'm kidding, but I wouldn't be surprised when the new people were effectively balanced in a piece that may be launched in the nearest future (especially in the perspective of multiplayer matches).

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I'm aware of the fact I include managed to see also suggest all the Hier finden Sie weitere Informationen variations within association on the new. I simply faith to I've noticed most of them, and have suitably described them on this review. Age of Empires II Definitive Edition is a great solution with the admirers of approach genre. It was successfully restored and renewed by Forgotten Empires and most certainly it won't go unnoticed – at least with supporters that enjoy this type of activity and are not frightened of adult game mechanics. It looks like a living (walking over?) corpse that's still relatively attractive with survived fixed in great conditions. So, this going to live for at least several times more. I talk about this with a lot of sympathy because I love how nicely it was preserved. And, I hope to it's a promising sign before the announcement on the four chapter of the collection that’s awaited in many home-grown tactical leaders.

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