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Piedmont | Ellie Williams (pt.1)

part one

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy, I seriously wasn't even expecting like 10 people to see the announce post but 200 notes? are you kidding? thank you all so much *kisses every one of your foreheads* i hope this lives up to the anticipation, i feel like i didn't do it justice but i dont wanna postpone anymore so have at it

cw: pet names (babe, baby, pretty girl, pretty thing, princess) the TINIEST smidge of a blood kink(reader bites her lip too hard), edging, fingering, cum eating(kinda?) slight angst, making out, prob more that i missed

wc: 4.1K

tags! @acecardly @dani-ellaed1 @sevignyes @nil-eena (if i missed you its because i couldn't find your handle when typing them in)

Ellies always hated you, for arguably no reason.

It’s pathetic really, seems like since the day you guys have met she’s had it out for you- whether it be throwing snarky comments at you or just being an ass in general, it’s always been a competition between the two of you. It’s been years since you've had a somewhat civil conversation with her.

Ellie was just an outright dick to you. Since the time you guys were sent on a mission over a year ago (just the two of you, which Ellie bitched about to Tommy for approximately an hour), she was just awful towards you.

You tried so hard to get her to like you but nothing seemed to work. During socials you’ve tried countless times to get her to engage in even a card game between you, Dina and Jesse and shes always declined. You’d go up and try to start a conversation one time and - to say the least when you went home you cried out of pure frustration.

You didn’t hate Ellie, just hated the way she hated you, for fucks sake you had a crush on her that you couldn’t seem to rid. But who could blame you when she had those gorgeous green eyes and auburn hair that just seemed to frame her face so perfectly when she put it up to get it out of the way. And her tattoo- you’re sure she's caught you staring before. Staring because of how bad you wanted her fingers inside you.

Especially with the way that she carried herself. Careless, and always with such a serious look on her face. Her sarcasm entertained you; of course only from afar.

And god she was just so beautiful.

It hurt, knowing you couldn’t have done anything for her to like you. Not even just a little. Not even just enough to be acquaintances. You would’ve been at least happy with that.

So it seems like just your luck when Tommy asks another favor of you. And just your luck when he invites Ellie to ‘tag along’.

The air was cold, and the bone chilling tension between you two even colder.

It was now around 6pm, and you had gone to the stables to tack up and get ready. Though you weren’t supposed to go out until 7, Ellie had already beat you there. Attempting to break said tension, you shakily start with “Make sure you tie her-”

“I know how to tack a fucking horse.”

Ouch

Obviously it didn’t help anything with the tension and unbeknownst to you it was going to stay that way for a while even as you left the gates of Jackson into the harsh winter of the outside.

You and Ellie keep on the path, looking for anything that was asked of Tommy to bring back. It’s only been 30 minutes of absolute silence and you’re starting to get mad with her stubbornness.What did you do to make her hate you so much? Nobody else seems to have a problem with you, so why does she? To be fair it didn’t matter before, but now that the two of you are in the middle of fucking nowhere and she’s not saying a word, it’s really getting to you.

Not being able to stand it any longer you decide to say something.

“What is your problem with me, Ellie?”

She turns to look at you for just a moment and then gazes back to the path in front of her. God, you just wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. Of course she wasn’t going to say anything, because she didn’t care enough to have this conversation with you.

Staying silent was the hard part of it all. So desperately did you just want to scream at her for everything she's been to you. She makes you feel like a fucking burden and, duh, it doesn’t feel good. At all.

So many more minutes pass by without a word. The air’s even colder by now, your watch showing the time as half past nine. Goosebumps have spread across your skin and your legs are shaking. Shivering was an understatement. It’s pitch black, making you even more on edge now than you were starting this little assignment. You decide to go off the path in search of a cabin you’ve been in before. For some reason this out of everything else causes Ellie to speak up.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You immediately notice her tones changed completely from the beginning. It was rougher and she sounded like she was genuinely going to snap at you.

“A cabin.” You state flatly.

She looks at you for only a second and then reverts her gaze back to the trail in front of her. You can tell she wanted to say more but kept her mouth shut for your sake, so you indulge.

“It’s getting cold and I want to warm up a little. If you don’t want to follow me, suit yourself, but it’s not on me if Tommy gets all mad.”

She scoffs as she follows you through the overgrown brush that covers the trail, taking interest in the way you pick at the greenery along the way. Why were you so intent on taking all the leaves off the different trees? She wasn’t just looking at you now, she was staring.

And she couldn’t stop.

She watched the way you rode ahead and shook your hair to get it out of your face, watched the way you would drink out of your bottle, watched the way you’d rub your hands together to get rid of the cramps in them. She kept watching- no, staring at you.

You’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel the eyes on the back of your head. It honestly concerned you. What was she planning to do? Hurt you? Worse? Every bad thought ran through your head within the span of just ten seconds. You were in the middle of nowhere, it was the middle of the night and you’re with someone that absolutely despises you. What couldn’t go wrong? It’d be a perfect place to hide remotely anything, and your mind went to the worst possible option of that being you.

Not feeling the need to mention anything you keep on the trail. At this point you see the cabin a little bit ahead of where you were. You let out a sigh of relief and kept on. As you reach the cabin, you both stall the horses in the small barn nearby and head inside.

“This is an absolute shithole, are you kidding?” Ellie starts, “what is this going to do for us from the cold?” She scoffs as she follows you around the house, surveying it like you two are spending the night there or something, which is far from true.

“Listen, it’ll work for a while and then we can get back out. Can you stop bitching for once and just chill out?” You were getting irritated at this point and she's pushing your limits. Egging you on, wanting to know how much you can really take.

“I’m the one bitching? We wouldn’t even be here if you weren’t such a pussy about the damn cold!”

“Like I said before, chill the fuck out Ellie.” You try to deescalate the situation.

“I’m pretty fucking chill, I just don’t get why we had to stop here, are we not wasting time?” At this point you realize she just likes to argue for fun.

“If you’re so worried about wasting time then go on your own and do this shit! I never asked for you to come with me in the first place!” You are so close to absolutely breaking. You’re so frustrated with her and her shit you could just cry.

“I never volunteered!” She just kept pushing and pushing you, god you hated her so much in this moment.

“Do you know how fucking irritating you are? Ever since I came to fucking jackson you’ve had it out for me for absolutely no reason at all! What the fuck have I ever done to you? Wanna explain or are you just going to keep treating me like shit?” You had finally broke.

You could tell Ellie wasn’t expecting that. She looked taken aback. Good, you hope it got to her like she got to you this whole time.

“Yeah, stay the fuck silent.” Now you’re the one pushing.

She stares idly tracing her tattoo, the tension clearly eating her up alive. She's at a loss for words right now- her mind is blank as she just looks at you. Not saying a single word for what feels like minutes when she finally decides to sigh. She stands up and walks towards you, still silent. You move backwards and she doesn’t let up as you eventually hit the wall with a gasp and she cages you between her arms. “What’re you-” you try, but with the way she was staring into your eyes, with a different look than normal, you found your words to be stuck in your throat. When were her arms so…big? It never hit you how tall she truly was, but now with her towering over you and her so close? As much as you’d want to think of her like that again, right now just wasn’t the time.

Jesus, she groans. And it goes straight to your cunt but you know it shouldn’t.

“I guess I’m upset at the fact I’ve always wanted you and couldn’t have you. Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you make friends so easy? Flirting with Jesse so effortlessly? This whole time I’ve wanted you and you couldn’t have cared less. Never batting a single eye at me. I’ve wanted you since you stepped foot through those gates and its making me fucking crazy.”

“Ellie i-” you try but are immediately cut off by her going,

“I know that’s not what you wanna hear but if I’m being honest I needed to tell you or else the guilt was going to eat me alive. I’m sor-” She shakily breathed out before she was cut off- by you.

Closing the gap at her confession, you captured her lips in an aggressive kiss, making her whine on impact. Using your shaky hands you cup her face, trying to find a way to stabilize yourself and she catches on, slotting her leg right between yours. The sound of your mouths moving was erotic and her actions even more so. She bit at your bottom lip, silently asking you for access, letting out a breathy moan that was followed suit by her licking the same area. Her mouth was absolute bliss and every lick into it had you wanting more. More of her, her noises and her hands as they traveled slowly up and down your sides.

You pull back to catch your breath and she whines at the loss of contact. You stay for a moment, just listening and watching as her chest heaves up and down. Everything in the room is far too hot for your liking and you fix it the only way you know how.

“Take this off, now.” You motion her shirt up and off her figure. Fuck how cold it is outside, you need to feel her bare skin on yours- and god the sight was beautiful. Her toned abs felt so good under your touch, and her arms were veiny in the right spots, it was so unbelievably hot.

As she holds you tight against the wall- bodies directly pressed against each other, you do the same- grabbing the hem of your own shirt and lifting it above and off you. Sliding your hands up her stomach, you lightly yelp as she takes her own on your hips and forces you down on her thigh. Gasping at the contact, you chase after her lips like she did prior, and she groans. Now you’re desperate to hear it again, and again. You crave it.

She takes your hips and moves you across her thigh even harder now, almost as if she's desperate for you. Chasing your high rather than hers, but still for her pleasure. Grabbing at her shoulders as you take it into your own hands, you start grinding on her. God, her thighs were so hard and toned it was giving you just the right amount of friction. Leaning your head back she takes the opportunity to litter kisses and bites all over the exposed skin. You swear you’re in heaven and you’ve barely even started.

“Jesus baby, I can feel how wet you are through my fucking pants. And I haven't even touched you .” she spoke against your neck. Making a mental note at the nickname. You were biting your lip so hard you thought you tasted blood, and the fact turned you on soooo much more.

Ellie kept her assault on your neck, but this time she trailed her hands along your body, stopping at your bra and sighing an, 'is this okay’? Taking your far too fast nod as a yes, she snakes her hands behind your back, snapping the bra off and slowly taking it off you. She threw it to the side and suddenly started to grope you, squeezing your tits and slightly grazing over your nipples as you jumped at her aggressiveness. She was giving you so much but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” she says as she starts on your breasts, sucking and biting at the flesh, leaving the area all sensitive and purple, and leaving you even more desperate.

Her threatening gaze stayed on you the whole time she played with your mounds, sending a wave of hot heat straight down to your cunt. The fact she had this effect on you was concerning you, but you were too entranced by her right now to notice any of it.

“Ellie,” you whine after her as she continues the assault on you, moving back up to your collarbone and jawline. She was staring at you like you were her prey, and she was the predator.

“Hm?” she taunts against your ear and just hearing her voice alone made you so wet. God, the hold she had on you was crazy, and you’d barely even started. Even though she was the one that confessed to you just moments prior it seemed as though she was almost in charge of the situation regardless of you pouncing on her.

She had you grinding on her thigh even faster and harder now, pressing you into the fabric so you could get off, even if it was turning you on even more, it still wasn’t enough, you wanted her inside you, so bad. You needed it.

“I- …need more” You manage to say throughout moans and whimpers. Although she had just started, you think she’s already made you dumb. Off her thigh.

And that’s exactly what she wanted from you. To be so fucked out all you could say was her name over and over again, like a mantra coming from your lips, but she didn’t think it’d be so fucking easy nor did she think it’d happen so fast.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” She says, spit dripping down your throat from how much she was sucking on you. Licking it up she brings her head to look at you.

At the words, you pulled her hands from your body and pushed further and further down until reaching the waistline of your pants.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, sweet thing.” She said as she swoops back down between your breasts. You could feel her smirking against your chest and god, she was going to be the death of you.

Being too desperate to be embarrassed you utter, “Ellie just fuck me, please” You were so needy and just needed the smallest amount more from her to teeter you over the edge and straight to your orgasm. “Atta girl.”

She breaks past your waistband and ventures her hand further down until she reaches the part of you that wanted her the most. You gasp at the contact as she starts rubbing close circles on your clit, turning you into putty. Grabbing at her shoulders, you press your lips against hers once again and this time you’re the one licking into her mouth with a different kind of neediness behind it. She notices your legs wobbling and removes her hand from her spot in your pants and grabs your hips to gently move you over onto the couch nearby. Whimpering as your hips chase her hand she chuckles into you, pushing you down lightly.

Panting and trying to catch your breath you start, “Why haven’t you told me sooner Els, we could’ve done this so long ago.” Ellie just stares at you from her place straddling you, watching the way you look into her eyes and watching as your chest rises and falls from the heavy breathing.

“Why does it matter when I have you right here and now, falling apart in front of me?” she says with a smirk and your scoff doesn’t last long before she's on you again, kissing you with more passion than before. The kiss was softer, and wasn’t as rough with you as before. She moved against you so sensually and slowly and it was driving you crazy. "I've wanted this for so fucking long" she spoke against your lips before she slot her hot tongue into your mouth and moaned when she felt your own swirling around it.

With your mouths still connected, she slides her hands down to your hips, grabbing for just a second before she moves down into your pants, slowly sliding them off and leaving them to pool at your ankles. With your panties still on the air hits where you were wet, chilling you for just a second before she breaks away from your mouth with a trail of spit connecting you together.

“You remember that one summer where you, Dina and I went down to the river and swam together for hours,” She started at the same time as her mouth attached to your pulse point.

“Yeah- fuck, why?” you asked between sighs and whimpers. Your brain’s so dumb right now, you barely even recall the situation she’s asking you about.

“That flimsy pink bikini you wore- fuck. You don’t even know how bad I wanted to devour you right then and there,” she kept on, drawing even louder moans from you at her words.

“The first time I saw you in something like that and, shit, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen,”

“And now I have you in front of me like this, even more exposed. God, fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Every single thing she said had you wanting her even more, although you couldn’t even say a thing because of how hard she was sucking at every inch of your body. She starts working her way from the base of your neck down to the valley between your breasts sprinkling kisses and bites all over. (and probably hickeys, you were too stupid only off her words to notice.)

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” As you whine at the words you cover up your exposed breasts with your arms, so overstimulated with the way she’s speaking and touching and kissing you. You’re so drunk off her touch, her voice, so drunk off of her.

“Don't hide from me,” and with that she takes your wrists and pins them just above your head onto the armrest. “I wanna see all of you.” she finishes as she licks down from your neck to your breasts letting out a groan when she looks back up at you with that gaze, your doe eyes meeting hers and she smirks- she fucking smirks.

As she gets closer to where you want- need her most, she starts kissing at the inner parts of your thighs. Biting and leaving marks that are sure to be there for the next couple days reminding you of the things that took place (as if you’d want to forget).

Still soaked from being edged just moments ago, and now even more so with her actions, you plead with her to give you what you want.

“Ellie please, need you s’bad.” You’re whimpering for her touch, where you need her the most.

“Patience princess.” God, you feel like you’re going to die, what makes her take so much pleasure in teasing you and making you wait for more?

She licks your cunt through your panties, eliciting a moan she has to hear again. She bites at the fabric and slowly slides your panties down off your hips and leaves them to gather with your pants as she slides a finger straight through your slit, sighing when she feels and hears just how wet you are, and just from her.

“All this just f’me, babe?” she sighs into your thigh where her head was resting as she thumbed your clit lazily, loving the sounds you and your pussy made.

Continuing to toy with your heat, she starts picking up the pace little at a time, leaving you a whining mess underneath her.

“More please el-” You start but are then cut off as she slips two fingers inside you, scissoring them making you groan lowly.

“I don’t think I caught you, what was that baby?” Babbling nonsense as she hits a particular spot inside you that has you moaning so loudly you take your arm and try to muffle your own sounds with it, biting down so hard you know you’re gonna bruise in the morning.

You can’t handle her teasing but at the same time it feels so good that you bite back whatever you were gonna say in response to any of it. Her fingers plunging in and out of you felt like ecstasy, and you were fucking hooked.

The sounds your cunt was making were obscene and absolutely disgusting. You were so wet and you can’t recall a time someone had ever made you feel this good. Ever. Your slick was leaving onto her forearm and soaking her fingers, slowly making its way onto her tattoo, which you couldn’t peel your eyes off of. The way her arms flexed while she was finger-fucking you was almost hotter than the way she was gazing up at you from her position between your legs.

You were so close on the edge now- riding the wave of white hot pleasure as she thrusts into you harder. And she could tell. Tell how close you were from how hard you clenched on your fingers, your muffled noises coming from above her and the amount of wetness that had already dripped down onto the couch just from her fingering you alone.

Taking your arm away from you she starts, “you’re clenchin’ so hard around me, you gonna come all on my fingers pretty?”

“Mhm, uh-huh” with nothing but incoherent words coming out of your mouth you try to warn, “‘m gonna cum ellie, f-fuck don’t- don’t stop.”

“Cmon baby, cum all over my fingers,”

And as if it were literally on command you cum so hard you swear you see stars, white hot flashes of your climax taking over leaving you loud and breathless, and Ellie loves all of it. “shit, good girl, good fucking girl.”

She keeps on with fucking you with her fingers, letting you ride out your high as much as you possibly can. Moments later, she takes them out slowly, earning a drawn out whine from you as she kisses the inside of your thighs once again.

She takes her fingers that were previously inside you just moments ago into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them. Although you had just come, you could’ve again just at the sight.

She comes back up to your collarbone and licks a long stripe up to your neck, whispering into it praises as she nips at the skin that is your earlobe.

“God you’re so pretty when you're under me like that,” She says to you- capturing her lips on yours once again. The kiss being messier than ever, feeling her tongue slide into your mouth just to take yours and suck on it-a mix of drool and teeth turning you on even more. Pushing her back onto the couch so you were the one on top of her now, you grab at her hips and start grinding down on her thigh once again. You taste yourself on her tongue and she pulls away just as fast as she had gotten up to kiss you and abruptly goes,

“Wanna feel you on my tongue, fuck i need it, come sit on my face.”

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gojos-thot-patrol · 6 months

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HI AIDEN I had a lot of fun with the entire story involving The Sims and it raised some questions for me. imagine our dear sukuna, nanami, gojo and geto playing the sims Do you think Sukuna would wreak havoc and kill everyone in the game? Would gojo let someone in his family die because of being negligent or maybe flirting with all the sims in the game? Would Nanami build a house from scratch? and would geto have a big family?

thinking a lot about the scenes

BYE AIDEN

You want me to combine my hyperfixations on main? Moon, I could kiss you!

HOW THE JJK MEN PLAY SIMS

Starting with

Satoru Gojo

🎮Okay so I really feel like Gojo is in love with the mundane, mostly because his own life is so far removed from it. So, Gojo actually plays a pretty calm game.

🎮Or, he tries to at least.

🎮He has a thousand founders for generation challenges he will never complete, a million builds that he made the shell of and never went back too, and his world is riddled with homeless sims he made for rags to riches stories.

🎮Really, he always goes back to his favorite sim- is super sim that me made on accident. A random sim that he got so attached to he turned aging off so they wouldn't die, and that he tends to and frets over like a favored pet.

🎮He definitely has all the DLC and is a little bit ashamed of it. He even has DLC that he's never touched- like horse ranch. Why does he have horse ranch? He hates horses (Because how DARE An animal of that size be that skiddish and breakable) so why does he own HORSE RANCH?!

🎮So that he still owns all the DLC, that's why. It as just a much a mark or pride as it is shame for him.

🎮He probably has a few script mods here and there, like the cuddling mod or the real estate mod, but for the most part his modding starts and ends with CC. He LOVES CC, mostly cause the Sims team (in his humble opinion) makes shit clothes. All maxis match.

🎮He gets on telling himself he's only going to play for an hour tops at 6 pm and OOPS the sun is up. He swears maxis puts speed in this game.

Suguru Geto

🎮the opposite of Gojo- this man is a menace.

🎮Suguru's got a lot of built up rage he's repressing, and 100% takes it out on his digital dolls. If you're a sim and you displease him- straight to the fenced in pool.

🎮He has the extreme violence and life tragedies mods installed. You know why.

🎮Had his sim marry into the goth family just to murder them and take everything they had. You know- what Don Lothario failed to do.

🎮Oh, that's another thing: He has beef with these pixels.

🎮Like, yes- he knows it's unreasonable and a little childish...But if he ever ever catches Nancy Landgrab on the streets it is ON. SIGHT.

🎮He will just let his sims wreak whatever havoc they see fit. like "Oh, you want to cheat on your husband with the pizza delivery guy when your husband is literally standing right there? Who am I to stand in the way of feminism."

🎮He will also forget sims. Like, he'll set a sim up to do something, go play with a different sim in the house, and it will be like a real word fifteen minuets (keep in mind, a in game day is only 24 minuets) before he realizes the mom has been missing because she's been practicing violin with no end in sight and is about to piss herself. oops.

🎮He has a few of the DLC that interest him, like city living and snowy escape. He has all the occult packs but his favorite is Realm of Magic....duh. He only plays sorcerers and always goes down the chaos magic tree. You know why.

Nanami Kento

🎮Nanami is here to build.

🎮Nanami gets on the sims to build he dream homes and experiment with different layouts and such that he might like. And he's actually gotten really good at it.

🎮Like some of his builds are in the maxis showcase and he's quite popular on the gallery

🎮What determines if he buys any sort of DLC is if he likes the build buy items or not. and as such, most of his mods are also for build buy

🎮He does play a little bit of the actual game too though, but he tends to get board of it pretty quick. He's tried to make evil sims of dubious moral character and he just can not.

🎮Like, when Suguru tells him about his game play he just looks on in horror. What do you mean your sims has five secret families and an artist slave, do you not feel horrible? Have you no shame?

🎮I think Island Living is his favorite pack because he likes Sulani so much. He thinks it's a pretty place for a home. And mermaids are neat- he guesses.

🎮He also likes Werewolves cause Celene is his favorite townie. He started his first ever generation challenge with her and she's had a special place in his heart cause of it

Ryomen Sukuna

🎮menace

🎮monster

🎮A little too happy with the extreme violence mod

🎮Sukuna is here to fuck shit up- you can not tell me other wise.

🎮His sim has an artist sim painting locked in the basement that sells painting for the main sim to get money. His sim has romanced and ruined half the town and physically fought the rest.

🎮He genuinely plays to see how much chaos he can cause, and has mods to help him do it. extreme violence, life tragedy, fuck it- wicked whims he wants to see the world burn.

🎮He has all the DLC but that's because he pirated it- which is very cool and sexy of him.

🎮Have you ever seen a kid play with their barbies? The ones that are maybe a lil traumatized and have their dolls going through some of the most insane shit? Kidnapping, drug abuse, domestic violence, murder!

🎮Thats how Sukuna plays sims. You walk in and the house he's playin in is on fire and he's just contently watching as he sips his tea

🎮He doesn't play very often, but when he does he binges it. He gets on for hours at a time, then he doesn't touch it for months

🎮I will say, he does have a special place in his heart for Gregg. A monster that the town fears and hates who attacks on sight? That guy gets it.

BONUS: CHOSO KAMO!

🎮He is what Gojo wishes he was.

🎮Choso has so many successful generations challenges under his belt it's not even funny. He's never played a rags to riches game he didn't knock out of the park.

🎮The only challenge he won't do it the hundred baby challenge. Too personal.

🎮He honestly gets pretty attached to his sims, which is natural all things considered, and is genuinely a little bummed when they die. Oh well, onto the next.

🎮He's pretty bad at naming his sims, so he just lets random take the wheel. Or he lets one of his brothers name them. That's how he got his favorite sim: Giznap Lee Macintosh Bartholomew the Third.

🎮He also has all of the DLC but that's because, like Sukuna, he pirated it. Which is very cool and sexy of him.

🎮As far as mods go- he's never really felt the need to get any of them other than CC. Basemental Drugs maybe- but for the most part he's not super into script mods.

🎮His favorite townie is Bella Goth, but that's because he's been playing this game since Sims 2 and has been following her lore. Oh, you didn't know the sims had lore? It does and it's fucking insane. Bella goth caused Sims 4 to break off into an alternate timeline from the main games- no I'm not kidding

🎮He plays the game mostly in the background while he does other things- like reading or drawing. He is a brave man

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #satoru gojo #nanami kento #suguru geto #choso kamo #jjk headcannons #gojo headcannons #geto headcannons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #choso headcanons #sims 4

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writing-time-bitches · 10 months

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Aeon Headcanons because i have many thoughts about them

-Yaoshi is vain as shit. Particularly about their mission and Path.

-Lan is one of the Aeons who has a more favorable opinion on humans and mortals. They don’t bother mortals much but will jump to their defense.

-Nanook despises everything and has made several attempts to break Qlipoth’s wall, all of course ending in failure and a very angry rock-god.

-Yaoshi’s extremely obsessed with Lan. The obsession began when Lan first started hunting their beautiful creations and gifts. Is mad at Lan for taking a vast majority of their old followers (Xianzhou Alliance) and makes it a point to slander Lan any chance they get.

-“I hate Lan.” Yaoshi says, as they hang numerous pictures of Lan on their wall.

-Qilpoth is the tired dad of Aeons. Xipe is the mother.

-Nanook was once human, was crossed by the humans and made it their life mission to destroy every single trace of humanity from the universe. From then on they became an Aeon due to their immense desire for humanity’s death.

-Yaoshi and Lan are like divorced parents, enemies to lovers, and Lan took the kids.

-Nous and IX are surprisingly good friends, or at the very least in each other’s good spirits.

-Nous is that one friend that says “i know” to everything you say.

-Ouroboros and Nanook are also kinda ok with each other? They both strive to destroy everything but that’s also why they’re a little hostile to the other. Rivals?

-Nanook is that feral little child that everyone hates.

-Fuli likes to watch human memories like telenovelas.

-Yaoshi isn’t actually that bad. They wish to spread eternal life and, yes, their means of accomplishing that are twisted but their looking for those select few mortals who would push through the ugly to get to the beautiful. So far no luck, but Yaoshi will continue to hope.

-Akivili and Qlipoth were the oldest Aeons before Akivili’s disappearance. They were buddies.

-Qlipoth knows of the Sky People for HI3 and they are one of the many other possible threats that inspired Qlipoth to build.

-Qlipoth knows or at least has an inkling of the existence of the Imaginary Tree. Perhaps they strive to protect their universe from others…

-Aha most definitely is self-aware. Definitely knows about alternative universes and Imaginary Tree, not that the others will listen to them.

-IX is the quiet kid in the back of the class that always has an AK in their bag.

-IX is just a little baby and almost all Aeon’s agree that IX should be protected despite knowing that IX could easily eradicate everything that comes against them.

-Nous has movies. They like movies.

-Nous does not have information on Welt Yang or Void Archives. They are out of Nous’ reach of knowledge due to them being not of this universe. Nous has acknowledged both of their existences to be a challenge.

-Lan’s body is literally just a fancy horse. Horse anatomy. Centaur mf.

-Xipe has a very positive opinion of mortals. They love them little things.

-Usually the one the Aeons go to when a dispute happens is Xipe due to their Path and their indifferent personality.

-Mythus is the weird uncle that everyone has a love-hate relationship with.

-Ouroboros will gnaw on other Aeons if given the chance. Nanook is usually the victim.

-Yaoshi has this big ass tree surrounded by a golden sea of energy. This tree is how they spread their Path’s ideology. Seeds and fruits of this tree are the basis of the Xianzhou’s mara. The tree is covered in little cocoons that hold the bodies of those inflicted with Yaoshi’s gift and failed Yaoshi’s trail.

-All the Aeons are one big dysfunctional family and when placed in the same room it’s just chaos.

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Lesson: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 11, Humiliation Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, smut, outdoor sex, long term humiliation, anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Micah, established relationship, jealousy, rough sex, Bill is kind of a wingman Summary: When Micah gets too close with Dutch, you feel the need to remind him of something.

Now you have never had a problem with Micah being such a suck up to Dutch, but something about the way Dutch smiles at your sweetheart after one of his many compliments makes your eye twitch. Micah is doing his usual thing, being a massive sycophant and loitering near Dutch’s tent, and you don’t blame him. He was probably bored with you out of camp, but you’re back now and you can’t even focus on your conversation with Arthur because you’re too fixed on Micah.

He’s practically leaning on Dutch, his head tilted over with an adoring look on his face. And that would be fine. Micah is a suck up, you knew that as soon as you met him, you knew that when you got sweet on him, and you know that now. But this time, for the first time, Dutch is smiling at him. Not brushing him off, not giving him a half-annoyed thanks, but smiling broadly and looking down at your sweetheart with eyes you’ve only seen him reserve for Hosea. And Micah, the socially clueless fool that he is, doesn’t stop. He puts a hand on Dutch’s shoulder and smiles at him.

“You listenin’?” Arthur asks, his fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Uh-huh.”

Arthur sighs. “Fine, partner, we’ll talk later.”

With Arthur stalking off, Dutch’s attention wavers, favoring his son. He excuses himself from Micah and meets Arthur to talk. Micah’s eyes follow him, seeing Arthur and immediately snapping to the horses, because if Arthur’s back then you are too. For the time being, you decide to act unbothered. This is a conversation for later, a real conversation about reading body language and the difference between bootlicking and flirting, but before that you feel the need to remind Micah who he’s supposed to be such a desperate fool for.

He saunters over, the usual cocky look on his face when he wants attention. “Cowpoke.” He smiles broadly. “I missed ya.”

“Is that right, sweetheart?” You ask, your hand finding a place just above his gunbelt and pulling him closer. “You wanna prove that for me?”

And Micah, who long got over being judged for showing affection so long as it appears that he is in charge, leans in to kiss you. And you let him take the lead, you let him keep up his ruse of dominance. But tonight… tonight the whole camp is going to hear the reality, all because your dear sweetheart needs a bit of a lesson. You know you can’t just be harsh and cruel, he’d like that. Or, worse, he’d hate it too much. You could never call him pathetic or weak, or anything else he spits at others because that would actually hurt him. No, you need to poke at the shell rather than make it solidify.

First in your preparation, you visit Abigail. Handing her money and telling her about a children’s show you heard is playing in town. Because as much as you want to humiliate Micah to get the message into his thick skull, you’d rather Jack not be subject to what the adults will overhear. Cluelessly, Abigail thanks you for the money and smiles when she kneels down to tell Jack about the show.

Second, you talk to Bill. He grumbles about it, claiming that he in fact does not have a stock plié of pomade hidden in those boxes by his bedroll, but he ultimately relents when you tell him what it’s for. Fucking Micah, that’s one thing that Bill isn’t exactly keen on enough to share his pomade for, but making him look like an idiot… He hands you two full tins with a smirk on his face.

Third, you chat with Arthur and Dutch. One man, Micah can’t stand, the other he adores. Both are people that Micah would never want to know anything about his sex life. He’ll get over it of course, and you can’t count on your hand the number of times you’ve nearly been caught roughly fucking Micah out in the woods around camp. It’s best you capitalize on the opportunities rather than let them go to waste on some accident. So you make sure both of them will be in camp.

Lastly, you sweet talk Micah. You find him by the lake, whittling something to keep his hands busy. His hyper vigilance keeps him alert, hearing your footsteps early and gladly tucking away his things in favor of putting his hands on you. After all, you’ve been gone for an entire day and Micah Bell is a needy bastard. It doesn’t take much convincing to get him to walk into the woods with you. And you distract him, making sure he can’t tell how close to camp you are

“Been waitin’ all day, cowboy.” He grins, letting you push him against a tree. “Thought you was a gentleman.”

“Desperate bastard.” You mutter, pressing yourself against him.

You kiss him, more furiously than you usually might, and Micah feeds off of it. He returns it without issue, always happy to be treated rough.

“You wanna tell me what you and Dutch were talking about earlier?”

“Don’t matter…” Micah mutters, rutting into you with a half-hard dick. “I were waitin’ fer you… got bored.”

Starting gentle, you trail your hand down to palm him through his pants. He groans, pulling back from his kissing to focus on the feeling. You take the opportunity and turn rough, gripping his dick hard enough to make him whimper.

“F-Fuck…”

“You were being awfully friendly with our fearless leader, Micah.” You mutter. “He seemed to like it too, you notice that?”

“J-Just jokin’ around, sweetheart. I wouldn’t-“

He gasps as you squeeze his dick tighter.

“Just thought I’d make sure, darling.” You say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Remind you who you’re supposed to be fawning over.”

He huffs a laugh through his strained breaths. “Shit, cowboy, by all means.”

And so the standard. You get Micah situated, his bare ass exposed as he leans against the tree and arches his back so you can stretch him out. Normally, he bites down on his hand, but you’re far too focused tonight. You press relentlessly on that spot inside of him until he cums, not stopping for a second even though your fingers burn at that point. Micah huffs and whines at the overstimulation, so you start pumping his dick to make it worse. He releases again in no time.

Then you actually fuck him. Fast, careless, enough to make him scream your name before he can muffle himself. Perfect. And by the end, Micah can hardly breathe. He shivers when you pull out, your cum dripping down his legs.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart?” You murmur, pressing light kisses to his shoulder.

He hums. “Anythin’.”

“When Dutch starts smiling at you, stop sucking up to him.”

He chuckles. “Ya jealous?”

“You wanna get fucked senseless again?”

“Not tonight…” Micah says, wincing as he stands upright. “Too sore.”

“Then do it.”

“Fine, fine, darlin’. If it makes ya feel better, I suppose I can manage.”

And when you return to camp, you make straight for your tent. Micah is exhausted enough to crash onto your bedroll and drift into a light sleep in your arms. As usual, when you wake up, Micah is sitting with something to keep him busy and waiting for you to give him attention. After a long morning kiss and a few teasing words, he leaves to stretch his legs as you go through your morning routine.

It isn’t until you sit yourself by Bill and thank him for the pomade, handing back the half tin that’s left, that you hear the commotion. Sean, of course, is the loudest of it.

“Aw, what’s that matter?” He laughs, stepping back from a glaring Micah. “Just didn’t know you’d be such a-“

“Shut yer damn mouth, cowpoke, best chose those words wisely.”

For all the effort, at least you think Micah got the message. One that will keep not only him, but the rest of camp, remembering who his sweetheart is. And even if he doesn’t connect the dots, you’ll explain it to him later. For now, the blush on his cheeks is too delightful to interrupt.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader #fictober #kinktober

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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In your opinion, what are the top three peaks of worst narrative choice in Miraculous?

An interesting question, because with Narrative choices, its not so much one episode its the impact it has throughout the series.

But because I dont want to solely be Negative. I will also pick 3 POSITIVE narrative peaks as well. (I am only talking about what has aired so far. there could be choices later on I dont like or enjoy more than before. But we will see)

3rd worst

Su Han and the Order of Guardians

me too luka, me too.

Honestly the whole thing with Feast. which i thought would make this list, but nope. Because of Su han, I think Feast did the world a f***ing favor

Su Han is still my least favorite character. He is a stick in the mud that comes to yell and does nothing. The fact that he shows up in season 4 and doesnt even help Marinette with Guardian stuff is bulls***. He should be helping by teaching Mirakungfu, or anything!

Really, he only exists to show that Fu really made the best out of a s*** situation. When the order was beaten by a 4 FOOT TALL BLUE DOG, Having met Su Han, I understand why now.

3rd Best

Marinette telling Alya she's Ladybug

So this one is something many people are on the fence about. If you like this choice, you like or tolerate Alya. If you dont, you hate alya.

I for one Love Alya and Marinette who was sinking in her new responsibility gains a confidant that wants to help and do whats best for her. (she is like 80/20 on that but still, its the thought that counts)

Alya does help flesh out somethings and helps Marinette grow as a guardian and is probably the reason Chat noir didnt f***ing ditch earlier than kuro neko.

Alya even showed to be a somewhat competent ladybug replacement. But thats out the window with the recent episodes. I still think this is one of the best choices made in season 4

2nd Worst

Sentimonsters are Sentient

The show is weird with Sentimonsters. Now I dont know if Sentiadrien is 100% confirmed. But its gross how some sentimonsters are given more respect than others. It is like "Oh only the Human looking ones are sentient" Sentinino, Sentialec, Sentigabriel, sentibubbler all got controlled like puppets with no agency and no one gave a f***.

They should just be emotion's given form and nothing more. Because basically the peacock miraculous creates slaves. And its kind of f***ed up. Id put this at number one, but its still sort of being explored and if the show finds a way to give the sentimonsters full control or a means of not getting erased on a whim, I can over look it. But yea, its pretty bad.

2nd Best

Gabriel Getting all the other Miraculous

I have wanted this since SEASON 2!

The problem with season 3 and 4 was the fact that Ladybug and Chat noir had access to so many powers, heroes and abilities that basically Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth were not even a threat anymore. That they could have taken him down at anytime if they were more active. Like no cap, why didnt Marinette give herself the snake AND horse when she went for Shadowmoth in Sentibubbler. Or the horse and Bee? Stun his butt and WIN.

With Gabriel having the miraculous, the tables and stakes are now high again. Ladybug and Chat noir are up against the wall. Thats where the tension needs to be if you want things to develop.

The Worst

Miracle Queen (The last 10 minutes)

So this may seem like cheating but this episode really did a LOT and had a massive impact on the show. Lets have a check list.

It had Fu wipe his memories (something that apparently he could do but was never mentioned)

Chloé's growth and development is completely tossed out that she ends up exactly how she was in season 1 (and eventually worse)

The love rivals start dating the heroes because Marinette read Fu's letter which just told her "Life sucks and you gotta settle"

So basically it pulled a Deus ex machina out of its butt, destroyed the potential of a redemption arc and then make no means of seeing a struggle just poof, like it didnt even happen. And then the love rivals that had hardly any screen time (maybe like 2 episodes total with the heroes) are just dating.

The last one may have gotten axed but the first two are ever present and its horse crap.

The Best

Chat Blanc

So this is gonna need some explaining. While I am not crazy about the time travel, and I am not crazy about all the things in the episode, or even how some of the trauma is handled. Chat Blanc is an excellent choice to show the viewer how things can go wrong.

Its not the scenario where Hawkmoth wins, its not the heroes winning. Its EVERYONE LOSES.

This episode took Season 3 to the darkest its been. I would have loved if it was several episodes. I would have loved if this was explored more. But the fact that the group took a concept fans have thought about and brought it to such an NTH degree

I 100% can say with certainty before this episode no one wrote Chat blanc in fanfiction as an end of world threat. Maybe a dangerous beast or feral cat. But NOT A COSMIC LEVEL THREAT.

This episode demonstrated how dangerous the powers of the miraculous are. It gave the viewer a reason on why Marinette and Adrien dont share their identities right away. Its because of the worst case scenario.

(I would have put origins, cause umbrella scene but thats not so much a narrative choice as it is the start of everything, but know its basically pseudo number one)

#ml #ml critique #ml sweet and salty #gale rants #miraculous ladybug #i can list the good and bad

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run its course (1,456 words) - a brief drabble inspired by this fanart by @murkybu . it's absolutely lovely and i fell in love with the atmosphere, so i just had to write something for it!

The horse had been the one to run the race, yet somehow it’s Bdubs who is out of breath by the end of it. Palms sweaty, he grapples for a solid grip on the reins as he leads his horse through the final lap. He’s on Etho’s tail— really it’s an incredibly close gap— as he crosses the finish line. A joyful string of notes plays from somewhere underground as soon as Etho’s horse crosses the threshold. Another display of Etho’s handiwork. Had Bdubs loaded the dispenser like he was supposed to, fireworks would have erupted from the ground in a victorious flurry.

Not Bdubs’ victory, of course, but it still somehow tastes just as sweet.

It’s sweet, because the sun starts to sink. Not enough for night to fall and send Bdubs searching for the nearest bed, but the low-kind that bathes the rolling hills of the horse course and the crest of Etho’s cheek in gold. The kind that catches Etho's hair like it’s freshly fallen snow. It’s sweet, because Etho circles his horse around, eyes scrunched in a big grin and— Bdubs horse whinnies as it pulls to a stop beside Etho’s.

“Fell a bit behind there, huh, Bdubs?” Etho taunts, somehow sounding as equally breathless as Bdubs feels. Oh, how he’s absolutely loving this victory. And how Bdubs is loving that he’s loving it. He scoffs. “I was right on your tail. Don’t even try it!” Etho laughs, the deep kind that starts low in his chest before he hiccups it back up. “Oh yeah? Ok, whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, buddy.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Bdubs laughs, despite himself. “You’re that full of yourself?”

“A little bit, yeah.” Etho tilts his head to the side, his horse shifting to close what little gap remained between them. “I totally lapped you.”

The sun hits the back of Etho’s head, streaming around him in a blinding halo. Bdubs has to lift a hand to block the rays and steal a better look at his friend. He’s smiling, underneath his mask, the skin around his eyes creased and his face looking softer than Bdubs ever remembers it looking. He knows that isn’t true; they’ve known each other for years after all, but time takes its toll on them as it does everyone else.

Though in the golden hour with the green hills of the horse course as his backdrop, riding off the high of his unearned victory, Etho looks timeless.

So, yes, maybe Bdubs is okay with the fact that Etho beat him. Which says a lot, honestly. He hates to lose, but he’s not a sore loser either. Hell, he basically handed that victory over to Etho on a silver platter. A favor. How could he have denied Etho, a dear friend, of such a gift? It’s only the right thing to do.

“Race me again if you’re so confident,” Bdubs insists with a crooked smile. He curls his fists in the reins, his horse bucking its head back in protest. “You’ll come crawling back crying like a baby!” Etho chuckles again (Bdubs would stay out here all night to hear it over and over again). He rakes his fingers through his horse’s stark mane, detangling it gently with his fingers. “Don’t be mean, you gotta think of the horses! What if they’re tired?” “Sounds to me like you’re just scared.” Bdubs raises his eyebrows, brightens his grin. Etho looks at him for a moment before turning his gaze down, eyes still scrunched in some kind of private half-smile that’s usually only reserved for Bdubs. “Maybe,” he relents, but Bdubs knows its just to appease him. It always is.

Bdubs tries not to let it go to his head.

They don’t need to say anything else. Etho leads the way, directing his horse towards the course’s stables. It’s a small set up, a few pens large enough to house the best racing horses. Etho slides from the saddle and leads his horse the rest of the way by a hand on its reins. Bdubs follows after him, doing the same with his own horse.

Etho corrals his horse back into its pen, softly coaxing it under his breath. Once it’s settled inside, breathing hard and obviously tired, Etho unbuckles its saddle and pulls away the riding blanket, folding both over the fence gates.

“That’s it,” Etho whispers, offering his open hand. The horse palms its head into his hand, chuffing under its breath. “Good girl.”

Bdubs chuckles and unsaddles his own horse, idly petting its flank.

“Hand me that curry comb?” Etho says.

Bdubs grabs the bag of grooming equipment by his feet. Wordlessly, he hands Etho the comb and watches him work, only barely paying attention to his own horse as he peels the headpiece away and hangs it on a peg in the wood paneling.

Etho grooms his horse with precision and care, as he does a lot of things when he thinks people aren’t looking. Bdubs knows because he’s almost always looking. Not because he has anything he’s particularly looking for, but rather because he knows he’ll find something worthwhile if he doesn’t dare to look away. Maybe something embarrassing that he can use against Etho later to embarrass him. Or he thinks maybe it’s for the little gentle moments like this; if he allows himself to get sappy about it. Blame it on the horse course. Nostalgia is far more powerful than he cares to admit.

Bdubs picks up a second comb and tends to his own horse, copying Etho’s movements and pretending they aren't his own— pretending he hadn’t taught Etho how to do it.

“Can’t believe we finally finished a project,” he says after a moment. Speaking of nostalgia.

Etho doesn’t look at him, but Bdubs can hear his hesitation. “It’s been a long time coming.” Then, Bdubs hears the smile in his voice— sees it when Etho turns his face toward him. “Guess we broke the curse after-all. It’s a lot more fun than I remember.”

There’s nothing inherently exciting about all of it: a pair of old friends at a new haunt. But it’s a starting point, a simple pleasure Bdubs is eager to indulge in. It’s just them, and for Bdubs that’s okay. Even if he’s lost, even if Etho’s as coy and teasing as he always is. Especially if. He wouldn’t have Etho any other way.

Bdubs steps away from his horse and fetches a few bundles of wheat to feed them. He moves beside Etho and places them in his hand. Etho glances at him, perplexed. His cheeks are red; lasting effects of an afternoon spent in the sun. Bdubs clears his throat and takes Etho’s hand in his. “What? All this time riding and you never learned how to feed a horse before?” Bdubs shakes his head. “Do I really have to show you everything?”

Etho doesn’t answer, but Bdubs is sure he’s done this before. He knows how to feed a horse— he has to. But Bdubs will look for any excuse to tease Etho, to invade his personal space. And maybe Etho will accept any chance to let him. So he lets Bdubs flatten his palm and press his fingers together. Then, he sets the wheat on it, using a grip on Etho’s wrist to guide it to the horse’s mouth. Etho flinches when it eats right out of his hand.

Bdubs snickers. “Gotta keep your fingers together. Like this,” he says, displaying the proper technique with his own hand. Because if he doesn’t teach Etho how to do it, no one else will. “Or else they’ll bite your stupid fingers off.” “Right,” Etho sighs. “I kinda need those.”

“It’d suck if you lost ‘em all before you finished your… redstone junk. Whatever science experiment you’re working on.” Bdubs feeds his own horse, never taking his teasing eye off of Etho. “Got any crazy ideas brewing?” He asks because he knows it’s one of few things to get Etho to start talking. It works, because it always works; though the certainty of it hasn’t made it any less novel for Bdubs. He lets Etho talk his ear off (about redstone, about alien architecture, about the dolphin highway circling his base), because Etho doesn’t always talk a lot but he always seems to be talking around Bdubs. And he fully intends on abusing this power.

He could demand another rematch. He could flaunt Etho’s fake-victory over his head, like taking candy from a baby. Because really Etho is incredibly easy to tease and taunt. But it’s peaceful here. In the sunset, in the horse course. A rematch can wait.

He’ll beat him next time.

#its nothing special but i had to do it #this might be the only fluff you ever get from me #ethoslab #etho #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethdubs fic #ethubs fic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #it's not intended to be hermitshipping #but you can interpret it however you want #birdie writes #ethubs #ethdubs

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An awesome team (in the making)

Sneak peek at the "Life with Derek"-inspired AU

*****

The door of her locker got slammed shut, and Julie jumped like a startled cat. But she did not scream. Most certainly not.

“Nice voice, Molina.”

Okay, maybe she did scream. Just a little.

Julie huffed, frustrated. She recognized that voice. Of course, she did.

There was not a single student (or member of staff) at Los Feliz Performing Arts School who didn’t know Luke Patterson’s voice. Because Luke was a lot of things – but never, NEVER, silent.

Scowling, she turned around, and there he was: Luke Patterson with his ridiculously outdated haircut, washed-out band tee, and ripped jeans. Oh, and his stupid grin that was absolutely not adorable. Nope, absolutely not.

“What?!” she snapped at him.

“Whoa, hold your horses.” Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, but his grin turned into a smirk. It did not make Julie’s heart stutter! “I come in peace.”

Julie scoffed, though she wasn’t as upset by his ambush as she would have been under normal circumstances. Actually, she had meant to talk to him.

While they shared a handful of classes and used to be in the music program (before Julie had dropped out), their paths didn’t really cross. They moved in completely different circles. Before her mother’s death, she’d mostly hung out with Flynn, Carrie, and the other girls that formed Dirty Candi. These days, it was just Flynn. But still!

Luke, on the other hand, was in a rock band. And as far as Julie could judge, that was all he ever cared about. He most certainly did not care about school. Luke was chaotic and disruptive, and Julie wondered if he would stay until graduation. With his silly outfits and questionable antics, he was the walking cliché of a rebellious punk-rock teen straight from the early ‘90s.

So, yeah, they did not mingle. Usually.

“What do you want?”

“Covington assigned partners for the group project.”

Julie frowned at him. “He never assigns pairs.”

“True,” Luke said, rocking on his heels, hands behind his back. Julie sighed. Luke was always like this. Too bouncy. Too fidgety. There was too much energy in him. But today, it seemed worse than usual. “But he did this time.”

Julie huffed. “Great.” That was just great. So much for the grandiose plan she and Flynn had been working on. “Well, thanks for letting me know—”

She cut herself off, caught off-guard by the look on Luke’s face. His smirk turned more sinister, and there was a manic glint in his eye. A horrible realization dawned on her. She gaped at Luke. “No!”

“Yup!” Luke beamed at her and even had the audacity to pump his fist into the air.

Julie didn’t buy it. Folding her arms, she eyed him suspiciously. “Mr Covington hates you.” He’d never team them up.

“He does,” Luke confirmed without a care in the world. His expression turned smug. “Meanwhile, you’re the apple of his eye.”

Julie paled first, then a hot flush blossomed on her face. “I’m not– He–”

Luke smirked triumphantly, and Julie groaned.

“Fine, whatever,” she snapped. “But you better don’t mess this up, Luke.”

Luke saluted. His smile never wavered. “Don’t worry, Boss. I’d never.” He winked at her. “We’re gonna make an awesome team, Julie.” And then he turned and bounded down the corridor to where his friends were waiting for him. There was a fucking spring to his step.

Julie let out another groan, annoyed. Luke wouldn't put in any effort into this project. He never did. She rolled her eyes as she turned to her locker again.

However, when she opened her locker again, she couldn’t help the smile that crept on her lips.

For once, the universe was working in her favor.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #happy juke jeudi!#jukebox

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acowardinmordor · 5 months

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Idle thoughts for the historical royalty au it turns out I want to read, but can’t be bothered to write.

This is a fairly young or small kingdom. Early Plantagenets but less established.

Steve’s mom is more in the category of Eleanor of Aquitaine. She’s off in her own lands trying to fix the mess that the King made. The King forbade her taking Steve with her and they both have other lovers. Steve’s mom had several failed pregnancies when he was young, and at least one or two siblings that died too young for him to really remember.

The King is fighting yet another push against Not-France. Has been gone for at least two years, will be gone at least one more. Left his advisors and council in place, and gave Steve very little authority. He’s basically Henry the first. Except he’s Richard

Most of the important Lords and families left the capital when the King did, either to go on campaign, or back to their own homes. The adults who remain are either greedy and manipulative or too low ranked to have another option. Lots of the children of families are left there as good faith

Nancy and Barb are the daughters of nobility, not known for their social standing. Carol and Tommy are trying very hard to get/stay in Steve’s favor so they can elevate their and their families’ status. Joyce got elevated to a role like a chatelaine because the prior died while the king was gone. Hopper is Captain of the Guard.

Magic exists if you ask the right person, but in any official sense or statement there is science, religion, and blasphemous rumors.

El is for sure somewhere in the changeling shade of things. But in the sense that she got stolen, lived with the Unseelie Court, and escaped. Because he is the reason I am in this fandom; El follows the sound of music and laughter and finds Eddie.

Eddie lives with his uncle, who was in the last war, took an arrow to the knee and can’t serve again. Does odd jobs and repairs things for people. Eddie is supposed to be apprenticing as a scribe, but hates writing down ledgers of how much the Lords spend and how much they tax. It’s doomed from the start. But, it means he’s the rare example of a poor kid in the city who can read and write. He makes spare money telling stories, writing down and using bits of histories and rumors he hears while apprenticing. And because he travels from the town up to the court, he’s also doing a bit of unofficial trade.

Lucas helps at the stables. Mike wants to be a knight, but was too young to go with the king to war. Younger kids went, but the Wheelers are just noblé enough that he didn’t. Only son privileges. Will was sick as a kid, so he’s seen as kind of a ‘what’s the point’ but he learned to read a little, then spent so long sick he taught himself more.

Dustin flits around the court and castle, bullying people into explaining things to him. He has learned many things, and is still a little genius, but his reading is kinda self taught so he can’t always say why he’s right beyond saying that he is. Claudia came with the Queens court but stayed after the Queen left again. She’s in a weird important-but-not-noble position. Steve adores her because she was around more than his mom.

Actually. Yeah. Dial up the magic a little. The King conquered the region and stomped out most of the hedge-witch type folks. Also pissed off some of the more powerful ones as they fled. But the big piece is that he broke A Thing™ that served to hold the worlds separate. That was a least 15 years ago. The leak is slow/irs been getting worse.

Lucas’s family isn’t nobility, but they’re wealthier than some of the nobles. He’s the personable son with a fondness for horses, racing, hunts, etc.

Max and family moved to Hawkins and something something, Max is now working at a smithy. It’s not what she should be doing, but she’s really good at it. Also: horseshoes gets us LuMax.

Maybe the Hargrove were noble, mayfields weren’t. Lord Hargrove went to war, Billy has been there too, and the second you look away from max she’s back to doing what she wants.

Murray is something like a hedgewitch.

The Russians become some of the conquered people, looking for an opportunity to reclaim and lacking that: a chance to fuck things up for Hawkins.

Creel is def a kid from wayyy long ago, who got conned by the fae, but spent so long there that he’s got magic of his own, and a love/hate with a humans.

#steddie royalty au #just random thoughts #world building #I guess

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Raphael x Tav (Clubs and Spades: Chapter 1)

Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol

Summary: Tav finds herself on the bad side of the President of the Fae Run Country Club. She agreed to work there as a favor, but he's determined to make her life a living hell. Will they both make it out of the summer without catching feelings?

Word Count: 2,187

Notes: I changed some of the names to help blend in the characters better with the AU setting. Here is a translation if you would like to know:

Tav - '' "Tav" Baldur

Karlach - Karlie Ackerman

Raphael - Raphael Hope

Mizora - Ms. Zora

Wyll - Will

AO3 Link

If all the stories were true, the president of the Fae Run Country Club was the Devil himself. I’d had the fortune of not running into him all summer, enjoying the close proximity to what otherwise might be considered ‘good people’, as I served drinks, folded towels, and did whatever else my manager had sent me to do. That particular day, I limped after my coworker Karlie — the cooler filled with ice and Evian between us making us as useful as a horse with a lame leg — as we brought the beverages out to the 8th hole of the golf course. The community carts had been forbidden from use, much to the dismay of my shoulder.

A quarrelsome two stood beside the green, too rich to stop their argument for us. The one’s shoulders were cast back, face tilted up as if God was also privy to the conversation he was having with the pink-faced man. I’d seen a dozen of his type infesting the green lawns of Fae Run. What set him apart was how quickly he cut down the man with words I’ll never know, courtesy of the lawnmowers. Weak arms were quickly uncrossed and the WASP wannabe buzzed back to the safety of the clubhouse hive.

“Ha!” Karlie scoffed, setting her end of the cooler down with a hard rustle of ice. “Bob had that one coming for a while.”

There were a half dozen members named Bob, but she came to know every one of them over the 8 years that she’d been working there. I’d barely met any of them and I’d been there for 2 months.

“Is Bob a problem?” I asked, setting my end of the cooler down. The ache of carrying it almost a mile thrummed in my arm, thrilled to have been released.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to be his server at dinner,” Karlie said. Her face fell and quickly she was tucking her polo back into her khaki pants, slicking back the wild fly-aways the walk had earned her.

“Ladies.” The remaining man approached us, his shirt unbuttoned past regulation to show off the tan earned from hours spent by the poolside. “Less chatting more working, yes? I would hate to have to speak to your manager about disciplinary action. I want this golf course as immaculate as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Karlie replied.

“You’re breaking the dress code,” I offered, nodding to the undone button and soft curls of chest hair it guarded. If he wanted everything to be perfect he could start with himself.

He whipped off his sunglasses, mouth disgusted as he gave me a once over. “What is your name, girl?”

“Tav,” I said.

“I doubt that.” He hooked the glasses into his illegal shirt and turned to Karlie. “Ms. Ackerman, does Tav have somewhere to be?”

She stumbled over her words, unable to make eye contact with him.

“I know you are short-staffed,” he cut in, “but I could make much better use of her as my personal caddy for the day.”

“That’s not the job that I applied for,” I said. I had no interest in following some dumbass who only got to his position in life because his daddy foot all his bills and covered up all his mistakes. It was bad enough that I was working here — I owed my friend Will a favor — but I refused to sequester myself to such agonizing mediocrity.

“All employees of the Fae Run Country Club are required to know how to perform any duty they may be called upon at the drop of a hat,” he said. “Clearly you’ve missed training in more than one area.”

I opened my mouth to shoot back a retort when I heard Karlie’s voice tremble.

“Mr. Hope, please.”

She could have poured the chest full of ice over me and it would have been less bone-chilling than those three words. My eyes dart over him, trying to place those features to the portraits of board members that hung in the hallway leading to the main office. Maybe the sunglasses and casual attire had fooled me, but the disappointed frown was unmistakable: I was standing before the Devil.

“Tell your boss to make the necessary shifts,” he said. “I will take care of our darling Tav, here.”

Karlie tucked tail and turned back to the clubhouse. The sun baked a degree hotter with each step of hers, pushing me further into the custody of the Devil of Fae Run. The urge to run after her pressed itself, but I held it back. I couldn’t get myself fired: I still owed Will for lying for me, getting the charges dropped, and scrubbing my record. I just needed to get through this summer free and clean.

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you,” he said. The words reeked of lies, but I tailed after him anyway. His cologne whipped back with the breeze as I followed him to the golf cart. The sweetness and warmth sent a shiver through me. It must have come from abroad, the undernotes speaking of warm sands and late-night dinners, and probably costing twice my seasonal salary.

I hesitated as I slid into the fine leather seat next to him, not any further than I had to, and watched as he turned the key.

“You really think I am going to bite you?” he said. He pressed the pedal and the cart jerked forward.

I slid further into the seat as I saw the sharp grass zipping by the floorboard more quickly than I would like it to. His chuckle at this was quiet under the whine of the cart. It was going to take more than the threat of turfburn for me to take his treatment lying down. I couldn’t refuse his orders, but I didn’t have to like it.

“You were threatening to fire me and Karlie a few minutes ago.”

“Was I?” he asked. “You’re not very good at listening, Tav.” The corners of his lips pulled back in disgust. “What is your real name? Tav sounds like something you’d call a dog. Although, you would make a pretty picture fetching my golf clubs.” He paused at the thought.

“My friends call me Tav,” I said. Mr. Hope steered the golf cart back onto the path and I almost gripped his leg to steady myself as the cart wobbled back onto its steady charge forward. I tucked my hand quickly under my black golf skort, taking comfort in the weight of my thigh.

“I’m not your friend: I’m your employer.”

“If you want to know it so bad, why don’t you just look it up when we get back to the clubhouse?” I should have bit my tongue, but Mr. Hope was not going to be calling me by my government name if I had anything to say about it.

The cart coasted to a stop, the clubhouse within sight. “If you want me to call you like a dog then you can get out and run after the cart like one.” He nodded for me to step out. “Go on, Tav.”

My legs were still twitching from the hike out to the 8th hole and I was maybe enjoying the custom fans on the cart a little too much. But between that or telling him my full name, I stepped out, cringing as the sun baked my skin once more. It didn’t take long until he was pressing the cart forward. He drove it just fast enough that I was always on his heels, no matter how hard I ran.

As my sneakers thumped the white pavement I imagined they were stomping that stupid handsome face of his. It looked all-natural – there was a small scar on his forehead and plenty of wrinkles that cut from his amber eyes – but the soft curl to his hair and all-linen outfit told the world that he could afford plastic surgery if he wanted to. He could probably afford to buy the plastic surgeon too if the rumors were true.

Mr. Hope parked the golf cart with the herd of others after what felt like a day of running. I heaved heavy breaths in and out, hands on my knees as I considered a nap on the blinding concrete.

“I’m surprised that you made it, Tav. Such a good girl.” Mockery highlighted his voice, but the words caught me off guard. I turned them over in my mind, wondering what other sweet praises the Devil liked to stab with.

“It was a piece of cake,” I lied.

He turned and headed towards the clubhouse, tossing a come-here whistle over his shoulder. I scrunched my face up, swallowing the nasty names I was already starting to come up with for him. I’d share those later with Karlie and Will.

The clubhouse wrapped its welcoming chill around us. I didn’t even mind the goosebumps on my arms, rubbing them only once as I followed him back to the foyer. He pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text before stopping a server carrying a saran-wrapped tray full of chicken salad croissants to the meeting room.

“Have you seen Ms. Zora?” he asked.

“I’m right here.”

Ms. Zora’s white polo and black skort could have gotten her mistaken for club staff if it wasn’t for the glowing pearls that encircled her swan-like neck. She was the secretary for the board and seemed to have a habit, I noticed, of showing up when you least wanted her to.

Raphael waved off the server, not even watching as she scurried away, head down muttering a prayer of thankfulness. He gestured to the walls and ceilings of the foyer.

“Where are all the banners that we ordered?” he asked.

Ms. Zora rolled her eyes, huffing a sigh of exasperation. “Supply chain issues. Don’t worry: I got us a full refund and have contacted that little print shop down the road.” She laughed, ��You should have seen how grateful they were that I wanted everything ASAP and at a discount too.”

“I do not care about a discount. I want this foyer decorated now,” he said.

“I’ll give them a call,” Ms. Zora smiled. Her cunning gaze soon fell on me, her smile dropping with it. “Is there a reason why you are here Ms. Baldur?”

“Oh, so she does have a name?” Raphael laughed. “Ms. Baldur is my caddy for the day. I do have to say, I have grown quite accustomed to calling her Tav, though. It has a certain peasant charm to it.”

My clean-cut nails bit into my palms as I balled my fists up. Just get through the day, that’s it. If he used my name any more times I might have to start going by my full name just to get the stink of him off of it.

“I need to go make that call,” Ms. Zora excused herself. He didn’t watch her leave, instead smirking and staring hungrily down at me as if I were the chicken salad sandwiches.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Ms. Baldur,” he said, rolling the r with a flourish. “Such a nice ring to it. Maybe I’ll call you that if you do a good enough job today. Please me and I’ll please you.”

“I-“ He knew he had turned my nickname into an annoyance. I expected him to sprout horns any minute now. “What makes you think that I want you to please me? Can’t I just do my job?”

He turned, heading back out to the golf course. A group of men had managed to gather in the few minutes we’d been inside, chattering and guzzling Bud Lights as if they were college frat boys born again in the heat of the summer.

“Raph!” one of them exclaimed. “What took you so long?”

“I was just making sure everything was ready and attending to a few stray animals.” He looked at me with that remark, before continuing, “Nothing exciting.” He popped his sunglasses back on as the cloud cover retreated. My eyes were drawn once more to the unbuttoned violation. I stared a bit too long as I found his eyes peeking out the peripheral of the shades, waiting for mine to see them. He gave a smile and I went off to his golf cart to sulk in my rosy cheeks.

They chatted and chatted until one of them finally clapped his hands together in anticipation. Beer can after empty beer can clunked into the trash can, and one by one the carts started.

“Out,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Do you have cotton in your ears? Out. You want to be named like a dog, you’ll run like a dog.”

I got out, folding my arms as I watched him get in. “I thought we were done with all this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, but I’m not done with your lesson, Tav. If you keep up, I’ll drive you back after the 18th hole.” And with that, he backed the cart out and zipped off after the pack.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #raphael the cambion

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Decided to make my own LOZ Linkverse AU! Let's call it Chained Timelines for now

Bios Below!

Traveler (The Legend of Zelda NES, Battle of Mirage Castle, The Adventure of Link)

Grew up homeless after losing his parents at a young age

Now lives in Rauru Town, in a house paid for by the Princess

Sopping wet cat /pos

Generally quiet and reserved

Also very modest, to the point of having very little self-confidence

If you ask him, he'll say it's a miracle he made it out of his adventures alive

Wilderness survival expert of the group

His semi-advanced combat ability is due to suffering frequent monster attacks

Somehow really proficient in magic

The only Link with two Zeldas; he’s best friends and adventure partners with one, and the other one has a crush on him that he does not reciprocate

Legend (A Link to the Past, Link's Awakening)

Grew up near Hyrule Castle, raised by his Uncle

Returned home after Awakening to take a break from adventure

Puts on a tough face, but has a lot of depression and anxiety to deal with

Destroying an entire civilization will do that to you

Often tries to severely downplay how he's feeling (it doesn't work)

Is frankly very tired of being “the hero”

A reliable warrior all the same, and will go to any length to defend what he truly cares about

Not looking for love, too many bad memories of his last crush

Great work friends with his Zelda, but nothing more

Sometimes turns into a rabbit, and hates it so much

Arts mistook him for his Gramps at first

Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask)

Grew up in the Lost Woods as a Kokiri

Now lives as a wanderer, searching for Navi and protecting the weak

Trauma baby :(

One of the most experienced Links despite looking to be around 10 years old

Wiser and more mature than people 5 times his age

A bit of a no-nonsense warrior, his emotions hardened by trauma

Very blunt and brutally honest

The “leader” of the group

He does not like when people treat him like a kid

Looks fondly on his descendants, proud that his legacy could inspire future generations

Not super close with his Zelda, but their relationship has grown in recent years when Zelda started having prophetic dreams of the future timeline

Helps his Zelda as they struggle with their gender identity

Has a crush on Malon, but won't admit it

Oddly one of the better therapists out of the group, despite (or perhaps because of) his own trauma

Fairies are one of the only things that can cheer him up

Does he sleep, like ever???

Essence (Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages)

Grew up in the capital of a Hyrule well connected to other kingdoms

Returned home to finish his schooling

A bit of a world traveler, has souvenirs from five different kingdoms

Is something of a trickster underdog, pretty good at preparing plans on the fly

Has way too much self-confidence for his own good

“Oh, they'll be fine! After all, I'm going with them!”

Sometimes charges recklessly into combat and gets himself hurt

Often annoys his Zelda, but they do love each other romantically

Has a lot of rings that all have different magic spells

Can identify the exact type of any tree seed given to him

Can play nine different instruments

Has three animal mounts and none of them are horses

Four (Four Swords)

Grew up alone on the outskirts of Hyrule, raising himself

Still lives on Hyrule's outskirts, but sometimes ventures into Castle Town

Once a petty thief, he's the definition of a lone wolf

Well, he has learned to play nice with others after being forced to work with his alternate selves, but still isn't a great people person

Has a sarcastic streak, will tell people off to their faces

Eventually fell into favor with Princess Zelda, who pardoned his thievery in exchange for his help investigating the Temple of the Four Sword

But he's still not exactly friends with his Zelda

His four copies are now his headspace partners

Not exactly greedy, but isn't likely to take a price at face value

Wind (The Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass)

Grew up on Outset Island, leading a quiet life with his Grandma and sister Aryll

Now lives on what will later be New Hyrule, building the kingdom with Tetra

Overconfident, much?

Adventurous, thrill-seeking, energetic, and always down for a scrap

The pirates were not a good influence on him

But in spite of everything, he retains a positive attitude

Very, very expressive; you'll always know exactly how he's feeling

An outdoor kid to the point that being in sterile conditions makes him physically uncomfortable

Loves his sister very much; she was the first person he brought to New Hyrule with him

Despite his wanderlust, he's actually rather terrible at navigation

Not very fashion-conscious

Knows the absolute least about technology out of any of the Links

Romantically involved with Tetra, but you wouldn't even know it from how they interact, neither of them are into the mushy stuff

Despite the initial shock, classifies “barrel launching” as his favorite pirate thrill

Light (Four Swords Adventures)

Grew up in Castle Town, raised to be a Royal Knight of Hyrule by his father

Still lives in that same Castle Town

Compared to Four, he has a lot of experience working in large crowds

In fact, he suffers from crippling separation anxiety, and spent his entire journey freaking out about how Zelda “left him”

(Has been friends with his Zelda since childhood)

Aside from that, he's generally pretty calm and reasonable

Not exactly a pessimist, but is fully aware of how things can go wrong

“Okay, I think I have a plan.”

Creates his own techniques that compensate for his lack of physical strength

(Most of these techniques require at least one other person present)

Doesn't like to hoard items, usually only keeping a few on hand

Once nearly killed his own father

Mini (The Minish Cap)

Grew up near Castle Town, raised by his grandpa Smith

Still lives in his family home

Baby! Blorbo! Scrimbly Bimbly! :D

The cutest, most wholesome kid you'll ever meet

Goofy, cracks jokes, and always keeps a positive attitude

The youngest of the group, and he gets treated as such; not that he cares

Despite his young age, he knows a fair bit about weapons due to growing up under the care of a blacksmith

Never thought he'd have to actually use his grandfather's weapons, though…

Most of his formal training comes from the Blademaster Brothers

The most wholesome platonic friendship with Zelda ever!!!

Is the only Link who can speak with the Minish, and frequently talks to them

Loves nature, and will bring absolute hell upon those who destroy it

For some reason, he rolls everywhere

His preferred unit of measurement is “mes tall”

Twilight (Twilight Princess)

Grew up in the isolated Ordon Village, raised as part of its community

Left Hyrule in search of adventure, but comes back to visit Ordon Village often

Your stereotypical farmer boy, tough as a Dodongo and not afraid to get his hands dirty

Quite mature, and emotionally distant at times, but with a heart of gold

“Fear is for the weak.” Meanwhile Lanayru's history lesson be like

Second only to Traveler in terms of wilderness survival, and unparalleled in hunting

Often speaks to animals, and loves caring for them

However, he respects the nature of the food chain, and will hunt wild animals to feed himself and the people he cares about

(Will never kill a domesticated animal)

Has the greatest physical strength of the entire group

“I'm down to wrestle! Should I hold back my strength this time?”

Barely knows his Zelda, they are not very friendly

Big brother instincts ahoy!

Has a special charm to change into a wolf, describes this form as his “spirit animal”

Not a mushy guy, even with people he genuinely loves

Acts as a mentor to Wild

Spirit (Spirit Tracks)

Grew up in Aboda Village, raised by the elderly pirate Niko

Moved into Castle Town to work as a Royal Engineer

Energetic, loud-mouthed, and a total nerd

Tends to go on lengthy tangents when the conversation interests him

In his spare time, he will spend hours reading technical manuals

If there's a problem relating to technology, call this guy

Loves trains in particular, and has spent a lot of time learning how they work

The youngest royal engineer New Hyrule has ever seen

An expert navigator, give him a map and he's like a damn GPS

Has next to no weapon skills, his only proficiency is in the Boomerang

Most of what he knows about sword fighting, he learned on the fly

Absolutely enamored with Zelda, but is too flustered to do more than a simple hug

Doesn't understand much about magic

Sky (Skyward Sword)

Grew up in Skyloft, living in the Knights Academy from a young age

Left home to establish the Kingdom of Hyrule on the Surface with Zelda

Kind and understanding, he's the go-to guy if you need a favor done

The resident team therapist for the Links

Is actually rather brilliant, but is the laziest of all the Links

He sleeps in constantly, it even irritates fellow heavy sleepers

Has a bit of a sarcastic streak, but generally only around close friends

Will help whoever he meets that doesn't try to kill him, he simply enjoys helping people

But if you make him mad, oh boy, pick a god and pray, they won't save you

When he gets going, he gets going, and it's almost impossible to pry him from his mission

Absolutely adores his Zelda in a romantic way, and will do anything for her

Feels some amount of guilt for shackling his descendents with the hero curse

Enjoys woodcarving

Arts (A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes)

Grew up in a home near Hyrule Castle, working for and living under the Blacksmith

Now lives in Hytopia as an assistant to Madame Couture

A dork of the highest caliber

Flamboyant and confident, never afraid to strut his stuff

Magnetic personality, tends to befriend everyone he meets

Beneath his pseudo-narcissism lies a genuine heart of gold

Weapons are fine and all, but his true passion is fashion!

Owns around 50 outfits, many of which he helped make

Doesn't give two hecks about his gender presentation

“No, no, no! You call this a color palette?!”

Friendly with his Zelda, she goes to Hytopia often just to visit him

Surprisingly strong, can carry the weight of two other people his weight

Still has the other Triforce Heroes on his contact list

Wild (Breath of the Wild, Age of Calamity, Tears of the Kingdom)

Grew up in Hateno Village, became a knight at the request of his late father

Now lives in a custom ordered home outside Tarrey Town

Absolute gremlin :3

Prior to the Calamity, Link was a stoic knight who vowed to never show his true feelings for the safety of his loved ones

Now, having forgotten those vows, he's unabashedly himself

Loudmouthed, chaotic, destructive, and hedonistic, he lives life for his own pleasure

Will cook up the most scatterbrained schemes ever, and will often get himself hurt trying to show off

When Wild shows up, expect disaster

He does still have a kind heart and will help people, just in his own way

Curious almost to a fault; can get distracted easily

A great swordsman and archer, but can't seem to keep a weapon intact for more than a week; not that he cares what weapon he ends up using

Is a stellar cook, but often doesn't bother being fancy, because he will eat anything

(He once ate an actual rock steak; and liked it)

With Ultrahand, he became a technician to rival Spirit, although his creations are often less practical than Spirit's

Romantically involved with his Zelda (sorry Sidon)

Enjoys screwing with the Koroks for reasons I'm not sure even he understands

Has a personal motorcycle, the Master Cycle Zero

Unafraid to wear women's clothes, or even nothing but his undies

Warrior (Hyrule Warriors)

Grew up in Castle Town, living and training among the knights

Still lives in Castle Town, dutifully guarding the Royal Family

A pretty serious guy, outwardly fairly stoic

He does have his habits, though; especially his flair for the dramatic

Pulls off elaborate sword techniques and then refuses to acknowledge them

Is proficient in at least 5 different weapon types

The best combatant of the group, bar none

Has a bit of a narcissistic streak, though he's working on fixing that

In the past, he'd rush in guns blazing into a battle and ride off his talent and luck, but he's come to understand the importance of a good plan

Not that he could come up with a plan to save his life

Knew a few other Links personally even before (insert timeline fusing event here)

Selectively mute, often has Proxi act as his voice

Friendly with his Zelda, they're a class A platonic power couple

Has absolutely zero interest in romance, and is completely clueless about the requisite concepts like marriage or sexual attraction

Is utterly terrified of Great Fairies, too many bad memories

His scarf was a gift from Impa, no touchy!

Rhythm (Cadence of Hyrule)

Lives alone in the forest, far from any major settlements

Still lives in that same home

Cynical and bitter, rarely cracking a smile

His friendships outside of the other Links are few and far in between

Was cursed from birth; whenever he hears any kind of rhythm, he'll only be able to move to its beat, impeding his life

He hates music because of this curse, and will go out of his way to avoid it

But the curse spreading to all of Hyrule for a few hours softened his temper just a bit, and made it easier for him to accept his cursed movement

Essentially, he learned to somewhat embrace his curse rather than avoid it

Weapons combat is his autistic special interest, and he has something for any occasion

“You think I haven't planned for this?”

Enjoys the company of his Zelda, she's the only thing that can lighten his mood

Fully expects to one day have to fight the other Links

Oddball (The Faces of Evil, The Wand of Gamelon)

Grew up in Hyrule Castle during an era of peace

Still lives in the town as a knight of Hyrule's Royal Family

An absolute dork who loves adventure

Happy-go-lucky and energetic, never sitting still for too long

Gets bored very easily, and if there's no adventure, he'll often make one

Most likely to crack a joke at a gravesite

Has a massive appetite, once ate an entire Octorok

Arrogance is his downfall; he thinks himself invincible, and it's gotten him in serious trouble more than once

Not very intelligent, often bombing simple puzzles

But when it matters most, he can cut the jokes and fight until the bitter end

A bit of a hopeless romantic with his Zelda

Valiant (TV Series, Valiant Comics)

Grew up in Calatia, before leaving home in search of adventure

Now lives in Hyrule's North Palace as the defender of the Triforce

Sarcastic and brutally honest, can often come off as rude even when he doesn't mean to

Over the years, he's become more mature than his reputation would belie

He didn't care much for being a royal defender at first, finding it boring compared to his old life of roaming the world and hunting monsters

But it was made worthwhile by his relationship with the Princess Zelda

Despite often coming off as a hopeless romantic, he and Zelda do genuinely love each other, and would likely die for each other

He can be lazy at times, sometimes ditching missions when he doesn't feel like it

He can be arrogant, and not take threats seriously at times

But through and through, he is an incorruptible soul and would do anything to protect Hyrule and Catalia

Scholar (Zelda's Adventure)

Grew up near the Hyrule/Tolemac border, raised by an elderly author

Now lives deeper in Hyrule for his combat training

Shy and reserved, rarely heard in a crowd

“Sorry, you probably don't want to hear my opinion…”

Underneath his anxious tendencies is a kind soul who just wants to help people

The only Link to never have any real combat experience; is being trained by Zelda

Is a massive bookworm

Has the most general knowledge of any of the Links

Has some magic experience, but is hardly proficient at it

Massive inferiority complex around the other Links

Looks up to his Zelda as his hero

Mystery (The Crystal Trap, The Shadow Prince)

Grew up in a simple home in Hyrule, training to become a knight

Now lives in central Hyrule as a royal knight

Brave, playful, and extremely outgoing

He can make friends with nearly anyone, and often does

Not very bright, and is very inclined to follow his gut

Which often means he'll do things nobody wanted him to do

Is a bit of a prankster, and gets a kick out of annoying people, especially Zelda

Naturally curious, but would rather learn through experience than through reading

The most skilled archer of the Links

Friends with his Zelda, they go on adventures together sometimes

Is somehow the only one who can decode number-letter code

Knows a bit of sign language, but not enough to carry a conversation

Won't accept a ring as a present from anybody, doesn't elaborate why

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artificialconditions · 2 months

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voting for biden is absolutely better than trump oh my god. do you know what trump did regarding israel/palestine when he was president? no matter who is in office israel will remain an ally of the united states, but i'd rather have an ally who is talking about establishing a two state solution/pathway to palestinian statehood than one who moved the embassy to jerusalem and was so buddy buddy with netanyahu that he has an illegal west bank settlement named after him. if you think biden is bad for sending weapons to israel then what do you think trump is going to do? send fewer weapons? hell fucking no. and that's not even considering the drastic differences in a trump or biden presidency for undocumented immigrants, unhoused people, trans people, and anyone who might need an abortion.

voting as a be all, end all does nothing. voting for not a man who is publicly talking about his plans to create concentration camps is literally bare fucking minimum. you don't get morality points for abstaining from an election because all us presidents are war criminals who fund egregious human rights violations. all you get is a higher possibility of the harm you claim to want to prevent.

biden is not just sending weapons to israel. biden is actively participating in and enabling the genocide. biden could fart in the right direction and end this but he won’t. biden’s goal is not statehood for israel and palestine his goal is to keep killing palestinians. the solution is not statehood for israel the solution is liberation for palestinians and an end to the occupation. BIDEN IS ALREADY CREATING A CONCENTRATION CAMP. IN GAZA.

obviously trump is also complicit in the israeli occupation. so was obama. they all fucking suck. that is my point. you are not helping this country or anybody by voting for biden. like you can vote for him but stop pretending you’re doing anybody a favor.

the country is not better for anybody because biden has been president. take the amount of anti-trans and anti-gay legislation in the past year alone. take the fact that he could have initiated student loan forgiveness and didn’t.

and like i’m sorry but the genocide is the number one biggest issue in this election. if your point is that trump is just as complicit then guess what: we agree. your vote is fucking moot. you are not helping a single person in gaza or the united states or anywhere by voting for biden. does that mean i’m helping anybody by not voting for him? not really. it’s not a moral high horse thing i just literally cannot stomach the thought of voting for that man because, what? trump is more overt about how awful he is? where’s that post that’s like should i vote for the candidate that hates black people or the candidate that hates black people? should i vote for the one that indiscriminately bombs the middle east or the one that indiscriminately bombs the middle east?

fuck off like well and truly fuck off

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 4 months

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what would happen if Ashley was in the pjo universe ?

... Percy Jackson and the Olympians?

The child, that gets into a 1 v 1 battle with Ares and wins?!?!? Among other exploits? Meeting ASHLYN MOORE?

The world trembles in fear. No, no, strike that. The world is bloody well shaking in its foundations. It's the end. It's over.

Of course, this conclusion isn't drawn immediately. Ashlyn, surprisingly enough, is not a half-blood (even if Grover is convinced she has to be the forgotten child of Nemesis, Eris, or even an accidental creation of Artemis given how that vindictive streak is paired with a fierce protectiveness). But Ashlyn is not a demi-god. Monsters are not called into her presence and have no reason to attack beyond her smart mouth. In fact, the only thing that stands out on paper is Ashlyn's unique ability to see through the mist.

The other trait that stands out is her "take no shit" attitude that extends, in fact, is borderline targeted, to the pantheon and all accompanying creatures.

The number of therapist and psychologist recommendations being sent to the 600th floor of the Empire State Building is frankly ridiculous. The cards are everywhere. As well as several letters demanding child support and a few hundred cases of blackmail material... certain people have a bit more evidence about their activities, and Ashlyn has resisted the urge to dump her head into bleach more than once.

This, of course, leads to several attempted smittings.

First, it was essentially a glorified hit out on a young human woman, a normal human woman that confused several monsters. But blood was blood, and who were they to question the curses of the gods?

After several ran home on fire, half-drowned, electrocuted, and a few disappeared after being run over by a truck, the monsters of myth are a bit more hesitant to attack.

After Ashlyn is spotted dropping an old radiator on a Manticore’s head, and later reported to have a blind folded gossip session with Medusa within the same day, she’s been named a fellow monster.

There is no “honorary” added to the title. But it doesn’t really matter because all Ashlyn knows is that suddenly, she’s getting grudging salutes from Cyclopses and the oversized snake isn’t trying to eat her anymore. She doesn’t drop the sledgehammer, or the pepper spray, or the police grade taser she knicked off a cop that wasn’t paying attention. She’s tried dropping the walking stick Hephaestus gave her a few weeks ago, some sort of thank you for telling Hera to get off her high horse of family protection, but the darn thing keeps materializing no matter what she does. If it weren’t for its straight, pole-like form, Ashlyn might’ve mistaken it for a boomerang.

Of course, it is noticed when no one seems willing to attack the cockroach of a human, so the more peeved off olympians resort to the good old fashioned ways of dealing with blasphemy.

By the end of the week Zeus is wailing like a toddler.

No matter how many thunderbolts. How many hateful arrows launched, birds flying to peck out eyes, or attempts at transforming such a stubborn little mortal, nothing sticks.

Well, the one pigeon managed to drop a little vengeful squat which Aphrodite was unusually happy about.

But nothing worked.

Poseidon, after he was done laughing his ass off (the letter he was sent was relatively short, and while harsh, he did find relatively fair, and the humiliation of his brother a favorable offering to cover the insolence) agreed to turn the defeat of this indestructible monster into a quest for their offspring.

None seemed to notice that the fates had been watching these events go down with mouthfuls of popcorn, laughter, and an unusual amount of cheer as they fought over their singular eye.

None seemed to notice how the oracle, poor thing who needed to get out more often, now held several pamphlets advertising far away convents and the basics of nuns.

Only a few select half-bloods bore witness to the sheer joy emanating from the few scraps of Cronus’ mutilated body.

Ashlyn remained oblivious to all of this. All she saw was a goat boy, a girl with eyes too cold, and a boy with a sword in hands far too steady despite his shaking legs. Ashlyn Moore locked eyes with children, and for the first time since her entrance into this world, she felt rage.

As the three humans and one saytar sat in a dinner, chatting and sorting out the situation, Nemesis an Eris gave each other a high five. Neither of the pair had given there blessings or protections, but neither could resist the distinct brew of adventuring to come.

This would be fun

#ao3 author #ao3 #ashlyn moore (oc)#pjo #what if

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