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c0smoshit · 6 months

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Do you want me or do you not?

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Cloud saw a letter with his name written on it, inside your diary

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ angst!, reader not being present, guilt, not proofread!!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm back again!! I don't like this drabble really much but I've spent sm time writing it that I thought I'd post it lol. Sorry if it's a bit shitty 🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1718

"Do you want me or do you not?"

His hands held the once hated paper as if it was worth millions of gils.

Cold fairies travelled up his spine, reminding him of the future he will never have with you.

A part of him was still attached to the past, a great part. That was his way to cope with everything that had happened in his life, swimming in a deep, deep pool of sorrow and unreached dreams.

Maybe he shouldn't have taken that path a long time ago.

Maybe he shouldn't have fallen deeply from your silk hands, following people he knew didn't speak to him like you did.

Or maybe his destiny was to end up like this, alone again.

His steps were curiously more careful, his inner voice telling him ( shouting at him ) that he should've been more careful.

But who could really blame him?

. . .

"Hey there"

Sometimes you would greet him with a smile, which he didn't return. Or some whispered out "hi", but this wasn't your usual greeting.

Your arms enveloped him for an instant, your cheek against his chest as you pressed further into him.

He could smell you and he liked it, he always liked clean ambiences. Something weird as he constantly had to smell Midgar's dirty air, but he didn't mind smelling sweet, fruity shampoos.

You parted from him as his hands stayed still against his sides, afraid of moving them too much.

As soon as he sat on a stool in the bar, you had a drink already waiting for him.

And he hated it.

He knew that he was being such a dick, but his mind couldn't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable by your warm and so pleasant touches.

He wanted to be happy just for once, god you were giving him his favourite drink!

But weighs and weighs of stress and unsolved problems occupied more volume than his own welfare.

"Do you not like it?"

His gaze then looked at your confused eyes.

"I'm sorry I thought you did, I can always ch-"

"It's alright"

That's it?

You got nothing more to say than that?

His eyes looked at your ... he wasn't going to lie, he really did not know how to read the emotions you had hiding between those gorgerous orbs.

And he wished he did

So as your hands quickly retrieved themselves from changing the liquid, you were back to the chores Tifa probably told you to please do.

He wanted to go, not because you were there but because he was suddenly so nervous he needed "fresh" air.

So that's what he did, not before muttering a low "thanks" and wishing you a good night before stepping outside the bar once again.

He surely didn't want to go home, he didn't want the sun to come up, but on top of all of those wishes, he didn't know what he wanted to truly do.

So his feet, followed by a loud metallic "clank!" that quieted down the louder rumble of the city, dragged him through alleys.

His eyes looked everywhere, dimly lighted appartaments, people that were still returning home from work.

Would they visit their kids?

Their cats? Dogs?

Their partnerts?

He wouldn't wish anyone to be him.

And he ceirtanly day-dreamed about becoming some stranger on the streets.

He often recieved comments from some boys about how handsome he was, that he surely had a long pile of women on his palm.

But was it really worth it?

He didn't need women to love him, he didn't need nobody to love him.

Nobody but someone to hold at night, someone to lull him back to sleep after a rough night.

( he needed you )

. . .

And yet he was here, waiting for you to walk back into your room as he stared into the blank wall.

He remembers the day he moved in next door to you in Midgar, both of your rooms were so different you made him self-concious about his own decisions of decoration.

The way you would lit up the darkness of his empty room the moment you placed your feet inside of it.

But now they all remained just as memories

Memories that soon would dissapear into the void of his enigmatic mind.

He knew there was going to be a time that his brain, naturally, would forget how your face looked like.

How your voice sounded like.

The warmth of your shy touches against his skin.

And he didn't want that time to come, not ever.

But he was far, far away from where it all had started. The nostalgia of your steps as you guided him through Midgar, Nibelheim ( although he knew it like the back of his hand ) Gold saucer. . .

And finally, your room

Which was the place he was standing on right now, trying to read a note you wrote who knows when.

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, rumaging through your personal belongings. But once he had opened your diary and saw his name written on it, he had to take a look.

. . .

" He feels like a ray of sun after a storm, warm and welcoming you back to the sweet and beautiful world you once knew "

" Today I walked with him all through sector 5, he was so cute waiting for me while I asked him which clothes he liked most "

" I don't want to lose him ever again, not after what happened today "

" Maybe he likes Aerith, I see the way his eyes linger on her smile for quite a while "

" Maybe I'm being annoying but I don't get why he doesn't want me to take him home! We live right next to eachother >:( "

" Yesterday I laughed a lot when Tifa called him an angry chocobo, he sure looks like one of those big birds "

" I wonder what he thinks of me. .

. . .

And then he saw it, a ruffled up small paper smashed against the last two pages of the little book. But when he grabbed it, he wished he didn't.

At first he found it quite hard to read as he got used to how you would normally write, but it was clear that you were upset in this one.

There were also some harsh drawn lines on top of your words, a mess of your thoughts and anger. All of the slurred out words came to the same conclusion.

Did he want you or did he not?!?

It is all so confusing, first he speaks to me kindly, he even cracks a few jokes! But then he comes back to this... cold and closed personality. Maybe I'm being dumb about this, maybe he just sees me as a friend just like he would with Barret or Tifa. Well, Tifa... Why am I being jealous of her? I don't want to feel like this, she has all the rights to be close to him. Hell, she was her bestfriend ever since they were little kids. But then again, why does he speak to me like he isn't interested in me??

Why does he talk to me like that if so?

He turned his eyes out of those last words, now understanding why you acted like that whenever he was around you.

Why you were gone now.

The first feeling that flooded his entire organism was guilt, that familiar clench inside his lower stomach. Then he went over 10 different ways he could have had you with him right now.

And they all ended up talking

Just that simple, right?

But the way his mind would automatically go blank whenever you spoke to him about something serious, the innability to express his real feelings without letting out lies instead.

And to add up to how deeply dumb he felt, it was a surprise for him to have just discovered that you actually felt the same for him ever since.

. . .

Going inside a cave wasn't really a good idea thanks to all the cons it has, confusing as a maze, bad lighting and of course, how cold they usually are.

So he wasn't really surprised that after the group had divided itself, you all ended up kind of lost. Next to Barret, he tried to stay calm as he tried to search Tifa, Red and, of course, you.

"Where the hell are we?"

Barret's loud voice echoed through the hard walls, making Cloud flinch as he tried to guide themselves into the exit.

After walking for quite a while, he found a strange section inside the cave that was way colder than the other ones. And when he was about to step into the other section next to it, he heard you.

But he didn't hear the chatting he had thought he would have listened, instead he heard a loud gasp, followed by some shoes ruffling.

And by the time his eyes were searching for you, he looked up to see you almost crushing him down into the ground. But of course, he was fast enough to catch you.

A blur of voices surrounded his mind, but the only thing that it was paying attetion to was the way your cool body fit in between his arms.

Your arms curled up against his chest as your mouth moved, probably surprised to had fallen into his arms instead of hard rocks.

. . .

He never will forget how you felt on his arms.

Reminiscing about past events had became his usual routine whenever he thought about you, he couldn't do anything more either way.

But it was pointless now, no matter how hard he tried to imagine yourself again, you weren't there.

And it was now when he finally had figured out why his words seemed not to seep out of his mouth as smoothly as usual with you.

Right after the group had started to live normal lifes again after the meteor, you were gone, far away from his reach. Or maybe you were right beside him, who knows.

He often wondered if you still dreamt about what happened in Midgar, Nibelheim, Junon...

He needed to find you.

But where shall he start?

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lokorum · 2 years

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Show us the cats!!!

eheheh

meet boba, young gentelmen we've found on the dumster. yes he have gorgerous costume but absolutely zero manners. his daily activities includes - trying to steal and eat tea leaves; fighting my wife to the death when she is cleaning his litter box; being afraid of apples.

adding the pic of lazy manya because just look at her

why she is like this

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Who do I ship you with…

Ricky Starks

Because I noticed you have been posting luxury photos with beautiful sceneries with gorgerous tubs and breakfast in beds. So I think you two would love to go on vacations and enjoy the finer things in life.

AND

Wardlow

I think it would be adorable you teaching him about all your “nerdy” likes and loves. You two would adopt a couple of cats and maybe a puppy. And him becoming a little jealous of seeing you checking out smaller guys Aragon and Bucky.

Ricky is my love!! I’m a simple girl who likes simple things BUT that doesn’t mean I don’t like to be spoiled and Ricky can spoil me any day 😍😍

Wardlow! I adore Wardlow! I think our height difference would be adorable and you’re so right! We would so totally adopt some cats and puppies and if I’m not mistaken he likes Superman so there might be a Marvel vs DC argument that would be solved quickly because I love Wonder Woman. And him being jealous of Aragron and Bucky just might be happen but then again I feel like Wardlow’s pretty secure so maybe not? I don’t know but I’ll gladly take Wardlow.

Who do you ship me with?

#ask #springgirlwaiting4fall ask #who do you ship me with

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splendidtext24 · 12 days

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chaosprinceundivided · 8 months

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The Battle of Gluttons

Have a big drabble, there may be a part II.

Rulek snaps his upper claws. It was a simple gesture and the Sisters of Flaying Diligence raced along the Dark Prince's flesh-plains. The screams of the countless souls from here and elsewhere freeing with the weeping tears of their flaying chariots pulled by their singing beasts. The heartseekers were the lead to the foremost vanguard.

The herd of fiends following the attractive blood-perfumes of delicious pain raked up like a morbid hoe of industrial gardening, their tongues flickering and swooning as their senses roused. Perfect to lead them off to crash along the suffering Ogres that dared to traverse through the Realm of Slaanesh.

They were doomed from the start; their gluttonies were so animal that even their practical city-caravan of meat-filled carts would not save them in some amusing attempt to stave off the temptations of the Dark Prince.

The Daemon Prince has been stalking them for seemingly some days, he was curious how long they will make it led by their hook-handed prophet and a number of bulls. Bit by bit, he and several other daemons have nipped at their heels.

Teasing. Stealing. Kidnapping.

The screams of their unfortunates sung through the circles, but now - time was becoming an essence when Rulek could taste the violence of Skarband haunting. He knows the Fallen General was being distracted by the Temptor right now. He had to cut his play. The cat now made his pounce on the fat mice.

The Fiends have engaged with the ogres, a carving sweep into the front and flank. The hellstriders - ridden of mortals and daemonettes alike - had made their moves to bleed in between the ranks. Rulek did not engage.

Not yet.

The changed prince strutted along his perch, his body swayed and with a gesture of a finger. The thin twinkle of a razor-wire crossed on his claw, plucking and a storm of warpfire flew across the air. The whimsical barrage of his Pink Horrors raining their mischief on the ogres and scrambling hordes of gnoblars and maimed orcs scattering around trying to fight off the Slaaneshi raiders.

A swish of his pronged tail and the warhorns of the main legion was marching from their position. The Godslayer's Own, the anointed chaos knights of Rulek's favour, rode with their great armoured bears, riding out with a retinue of fellow knights of the four-favoured.

"Dekhette." He spoke with a sultry caress of voice. His bejeweled armour glinting as he felt the amethyst sun of the realm upon his velvet hide.

From the debris and clouds of battle, the blood-perfume seemed to dance and swirl as it hunted. Throats were sliced. Guts were opened. Tendons were carved.

The very ground seemed to devour the dead and dying, blood soaked like a sponge. Tendrils were quivering and reaching out, hungry for the souls that dare walk the Circle of Gluttony. The cauldron-dragged Prophet roared and hollered in the name of the ogres' god known as the Maw, carving through daemonettes and marauders with his hacking limbs.

"The only feast of mine is that of the Maw's Bounty!" The mutilated ogre hollered, releaving a fiend of its front legs and carving the daemon open from gut to ribs. Its pain-rich scream filled the air as its ether was pulling with the poisonous aromatic ichor spraying about.

With a gorging of the daemon's heart and innards, Skrag cackled as he tasted such a rare opportunity. So many flavors and the thoughts of enriching it even more before the Prophet spewed out a gut-filled retch at a charging line, practically melting steed and rider alike while feet flipped and bodies tumbled in the disgusting filth.

"Your lie-food is nothing to the real thing!" He decreed as he dragged his cauldron to pluck and carve at the bodies of his fallen, tossing back to the bubbling spew. His Gorgers - the few that have been forcibly redirected from falling for the daemonic trap of wines and foods, even the muses that danced and inticed many - were lunging to fight and devour the attackers.

Rulek watched and smiled something most foul before gesturing again with his right back-claw, snapping. Enter stage left -

To be continued.

#n: realms of chaos #realm of slaanesh #devotion: slaanesh #slaanlek #ogres my lord #skrag the slaughterer

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saturnincake · 2 years

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I’m gonna die alone i am convinced. I can’t even talk to people online dear gods help. There is this REALLY cute girl that popped up in mytiktok page with a video “how do i look like this and still got no bitches” anD LIKE I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING FUNNY BECAUSE A) SHE’S GORGEROUS B) idk, boost up her self esteem idk just feels nice to get compliments you know. But nOPE gods forbid my anxiety doesn’t make me paranoid about a literal stranger. I’m gonna die alone what if not even cats like me!

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princesstigerbelle · 5 years

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I also want to take the time to appreciate Charcoal Bengal cats. Absolutely gorgeous babies.

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delirious-travesty · 6 years

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My beautiful little baby having her tiny little face stroked

#gif #Cat #Tabby #love #pet #kitty #beautiful #favourite #gorgeous #beautiful gorgerous lovely

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captaincleverusernamehere · 3 years

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I truly honestly think Vox Machina just COULDN’T win if they did another vm vs m9 because like, let’s look at the teams here:

Caduceus, Yasha, Caleb, (Veth) vs.

Grog, Vex, Keyleth, (Tary)

To start, m9 already has two full casters and Rage Beyond Death, if they get Veth we’re back to the Path to the Grave + Sneak Attack route. Depending on what sword Yasha goes with, we could have her doing extra damage with skin gorger (I don’t think she could attune to holy avenger bc paladin?) OR removing any buffs that Tary or Keyleth give the team with magician’s judge. AND Caleb has disintegrate, which entirely removes wasting turns on removing death saves.

(Keep in mind I make this post not having seen Tary in action / not really knowing vm’s battle strategies yet) But like, over on vm’s side we have one full caster, with Vex most likely using her spells for damage increases that require her to hit, meaning no guaranteed damage, whereas m9 casters use mainly saving throws, and there are two of them.

All the above barely touches on the fact that, to be put simply, m9 is BUILT to help each other as effectively as possible. Cad with holy weapon, bless/bane, path to the grave, Caleb with haste, polymorph, cat’s ire. VM wouldn’t even have Scanlan’s inspiration or cutting words to help them in this case. Yeah they have an artificer, but he’d only be on the field 50% of the time if they’re LUCKY, and has to do most of his stuff beforehand (and again is against two casters and possibly a martial with dispel.)

Unless vm gets their crap together and actually targets one person at a time (of course with variation, you can’t just ignore the other enemies) they don’t have the resources for long term fights against the very teamwork-y m9.

Of the advantages that vm would have there’s: Healers. With Keyleth and Vex, (and possibly Tary idk what spells he’s taken) being able to heal, they’re at advantage to m9’s one healer, and they would win in an INSTANT if they focused on taking out Cad first. Although, in the first vm vs m9, vm had 3/3 main team members being able to heal, plus Scanlan with the buffs and Vax being almost impossible to hit, and they still lost. Along with that, because of Keyleth’s Wild Shape, they sort of have two hp banks, along with Grog, where m9 has Caleb who would die if a leaf fell on him. But vm’s made some weird choices with their CON scores.

All this being said there’s absolutely no negativity intended from this, just a fun thought experiment for me bc this was all off the top of my head and I’m literally on episode 10 of campaign 1. And also yes I still absolutely want vm vs m9 part 2 because if Veth met Keyleth I think I would die on the spot in the best way possible hfgdhdk.

#I realized while typing this just how much of a nerd I am #fjgdhdj #anyway I just like thinking about it and I would LOVE to be proven wrong if it means we get a rematch #critical role #vox machina #the mighty nein #vm vs m9 #vox machina vs mighty nein

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kendrene · 3 years

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Cat Grant Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf Kara Danvers, once a rut werewolf cock, Fluff and Smut, Just a dash of angst, idiots to lovers, Human Lena Luthor Series: Part 1 of This Quaint Old Wolf Town Summary:

When Lena discovers an injured wolf inside her property, she does the one sensible thing and takes it home to tend its wounds. Little does she know the wolf is, in fact, a drop-dead gorgerous werewolf.

#make a beast of me #supercorp #kara x lena #werewolf kara #dren writes #ao3 update #there I updated

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moderndaybard · 3 years

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2020 Critmas Fic Day 19

Darkened Dreams (CR C2 Ficlet)

When she was with the carnival, Yasha’s nightmares (when she had them) were dark and foggy—more emotion and impression of events than clearly defined terrors. Things moved around her—or moved her rapidly along—but however she tried, she could never bring them into focus, and formless nameless horror and dread (and guilt?) weighed upon her chest, making it nigh-impossible to breathe.

She would awaken gasping and choking, and Mollymauk would be at her side, chattering away about some nonsense or other as if he’d not just been woken up from his own dreams, joking until he made her laugh, just being with her until she could face the idea of sleep again.

…

When she rejoined the Nein after losing Molly, Yasha’s nightmares (that came far more often, now) were clearer, filled with images of her friends’ broken corpses—Molly’s and Zuala’s, too—at her feet as she arrived too late to save them. Sometimes there were chains biting into her wrists, holding her back from running to one or another bleeding form choking out their final breaths, her sobs unheeded by the uncaring dreamscape.

She’d awaken crying but silent, and would count each head in the cluster beneath the dome again and again, assuring herself that they were the, alive (all but the one that she had been too late to save). She’d watch them, imprinting their faces in her memory until her racing heart slowed and her tears dried—but it was always hard to go back to sleep, if she managed at all.

…

Now that she is herself again, Yasha’s nightmares (once nightly, now lessened, though not entirely gone) are memories of uncontrollable slaughter, of being a prisoner in her own body as it carved a deadly path for Obann’s twisted dreams, all overlaid with concocted images of butchering the Nein as they reached out for her, repaying their kindness and trust with pain, blood, and death even as they tried to save her. (Worst of all were the images that were not fantasies but memories: Beau trapped beneath her, Skin Gorger plunged into the monk’s stomach as the impaled woman clung to life by a fraying thread—only, in these dreams, the thread does snap and though Yasha wants to scream, her body is silent, still not her own.)

She awakes in the silence and the dark—only it is not dark, for Caleb has a put a fireplace in each of their rooms, and the cat attendants have a slight glow of their own to them—welcome home, the wizard had said; this is a place for you, he had meant, a place you belong. I made this for you, each individualized room said without words, for we are family and you belong here—I want you here. she doesn’t always manage to fall back asleep, but as she sits and plucks at the bone harp, she is beginning to rediscover a peace she hasn’t felt in so long.

(Though, it still might be better if, perhaps, she wasn’t waking up alone…maybe…)

(Also on AO3, with my other fics)

#critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #Critmas #critmas fic challenge #mighty nein #critical role campaign 2 #yasha nydoorin #my post #writing challenge

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Have the SS Glaive already met the Taur Glaive? (And how does the Dissidia go down in the Taur verse anyway? Are they taken to a taur Dissidia or a normal Dissidia?)

Ohhhhh no, no they have NOT met the Taur Glaive yet which is a crying shame. I won’t touch on it too much rn because I do want to answer the Dissidia half of your ask sometime this century but like:

So much confusion.

The human glaives have more feral instinct than the glaives with animal halves and it’s weirding out all parties. The Nyx’s stare and point at each other (because one is human male and the other is fem coeurltaur) SS!Lib has a supreme moment of confusion when he has to look UP to lock gazes with his half-horse (HALF-HORSE) self. Amissa finds everything highly amusing.

In general both sets of glaives get along because Amissa and both Titus’s are there (also Titus and Moose!Titus have a really long staring contest because while SS!Titus is Tol, Moose!Titus is even Tol-er and also has a snoozing Ardyn loaf on his back) to ensure no fighting happens. While the Regis’s slowly lose their minds (and human Regis gets stabbed in the feels at the sight of Aulea), the two glaives are just- chillin’. Comparing notes. Getting confused over taur biology and secondary genders respectively.

At one point Taur Cor shows up, takes one look at his human counterpart lounging against Amissa’s side in a surprisingly lionlike pose despite his lack of a lion half and gets … curious. He challenges Amissa to a fight. Ardyn raises her head from her nap in curiosity, Amissa just laughs.

All the glaives place bets on the person from their dimension, but it’s the SS!Glaive that win the bets because Amissa has dealt with a LOT of enemies, beast and man alike and a Taur isn’t quite weird enough to throw her off guard. Taur!Cor is a Shock. SS!Cor is a Pride. Ardyn immediately hops down from Titus’s back, surprising everyone with the revelation that she’s female since she isn’t wearing enough layers to disguise it, and trots over to Amissa to chat excitedly with a fellow S/O of Cor Leonis. Amissa just rolls with it since “rolling with it” is basically her default setting.

The Nyx’s somehow get into shenanigans together, with SS!Nyx gleefully hitching a ride on Taur!Nyx’s back at one point to escape (the Libertus’s) the consequences.

The Taur counterparts are still weirded out by how … feral their counterparts are. How they alternate from two legs (weird) to four limbs (which includes their hands and thus is even weirder) without so much as blinking.

The Taur’s debate for a WHILE over what Amissa’s Taur half would be, just because everyone else has a counterpart but she doesn’t. The SS!Glaives all insist she’d be a dragon, even after they’re told only LCs and Oracles could be dragons. Their Mamai is epic and dangerous and deserves to be a dragon. Fite Them.

Dissidia is Great™. The Taur’s totally get yote into the more canon Dissidia where no one else is a Taur, just for the sheer confusion (and to save me having to come up with the Taur half of all the other champions thank you). There is SO MUCH CONFUSION on both sides because “Taur???? Not Taur????” Like- Nox and Ardyn are pretty chill with it since they used to be humans, but the humans are like “half-dragons????????” and Regis and Noctis are like “where the rest of your legs???????” and it’s all very comical. Seph and Nox still end up being buds, with Sephiroth taking a nap at one point with his head pillowed against Nox’s side under his wing while Nox instinctively cat curled around him and tangled his tail around Seph’s hands. Cloud was quietly losing his mind over in the far corner.

Regis and Ardyn give rides to the human kiddos like Onion Knight, Terra, etc. They can’t help it, the instinct to Dad and Aunt respectively is too strong.

The fight with the planes gorger is 70% more epic with fire (and lightning) breathing dragon-taurs on the field. Regis is doing more swoops and spins than he has since he was twenty and honestly LOVING it while Ardyn is gleefully flitting around the monster’s head, raining armiger down on it and snarking the entire time. Nox is basically flying artillery because of how much magic he has and Noctis is so fast at one point even Sephiroth loses track of him in the melee.

Meanwhile, via Crystal-o-vision, the various Taur Shields plus Aulea, Nyx, and Ignis are LOSING THEIR MINDS. REGIS LOOK OUT. ARDYN STOP FLYING RIGHT PAST THE MONSTER’S FANGS YOU’LL GET EATEN AT THIS RATE. NOX HOW ARE YOU STILL SPAMMING FIRE SPELLS AREN’T YOU TIRED YET GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE YOU MORON. NOCTIS DON’T YOU DARE -.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Stand Strong Verse #Nox verse #Nox!Taur verse #dissidia!

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A post to mess with the system

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Ali & Carly

Ali: How do you like your 🥚🍳 in the morning? Carly: no 🐣 Carly: ha Ali: 🐔 didn't show up in your roost later, did he? Carly: he must be scared of you Carly: 🔮 Ali: or my 🐺 Carly: maybe Ali: eggs aside, how you feeling, chick? Carly: 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: 👎👎👎👎👎 Ali: unacceptable! Ali: what do you need, kill or cure? Carly: cure forever Carly: im too young to die Ali: I'll swing by with my witches brew Ali: actually doesn't taste like ☠ either Ali: pure 😇 Carly: aw Carly: really? Ali: 'course, not gonna half-arse the job Ali: and it makes a full pot, no sense in not sharing the 💚 Carly: 💙 Carly: wat does it taste like? Ali: like Christmas 🎄🎅🤶🎁❄️🌨️☃️✨🌟 Carly: 😋😊🥰 Ali: it's got ginger and peppermint in Ali: the only other person hanging out their arse is my brother and he would rather die 'cos he's grumpy 👴 man energy so Carly: no 🦃 tho yea?! ha Carly: oh no he sounds like my da Carly: which cute bro is it? Ali: definitely not 😂 Ali: some greens but not sprouts Ali: the freckly one Carly: did u heal my heart to 💔😢? Carly: course itd be the most beautiful one Ali: oh no, you're delirious Ali: I'll come quick 😜 Carly: dont b jealous 👼 hes only the most beautiful boy Ali: 😏 My ma'll be gutted Carly: do u have a tea for that? Ali: 🍋 'cos she's so bitter? Ali: I'll see if she goes for it Carly: noooo 🍯 so she wont be Ali: you're too sweet yourself, Walsh Carly: aw Carly: but ur the 1 who saved me Carly: ur the sweetest Ali: anyone would Carly: nah ur the 1st Carly: not just saying it to u get ur fairy wings Ali: had to fly away from that particular 🐔 plenty myself Ali: harmless and flightless though he is, most the time Carly: yea Carly: he talks about u wen hes been on it Carly: the 1 that flew away Ali: uh oh Ali: can't let a boy ✂ your wings Ali: ever Ali: ever Ali: 👼🏽 🐔 🐧 🐦 🐤 🐣 🐥 🦆 🦢 🦅 🦉 🦚 🦜 🦇 🐝 🦋 🐞 🦗 🦟 🐓 🦃 🕊 Carly: im 😕💫🙃 but idk if those were the guests i danced with Carly: did get a cute lil 🎶🎤 to fall asleep to tho 💙🕊 Carly: 🌚🌝🌛🌜🌞 Ali: very 👸 of you though Ali: I can 👀 it Carly: my ma is trying to make me clean Carly: 🐇🐁🐀🐿🦔🐾 pls Ali: also unacceptable Ali: not 'til you're better Ali: use my wings to fly through and 🤞 he don't get the wrong idea about who I'm there to see Carly: [sends her a pic of whatever caravan mess she caused last night that her mum is raging about] Carly: so u can play a game of spot whats got her 😠 Carly: cuz idk Ali: Fun 🧐🤔🤨 Ali: angry mothers are my forte Ali: [does the circling the hazzards moment on the pic] Carly: making her angry is mine but nah to knowing y ever ever Carly: k ur cute & smart Carly: 🌟 Ali: it's rarely logical, but 🤫 on that or it's hulk levels in 0-60 Ali: how are you this nice when you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: that's a skill, rare one at that 💎✨ Carly: my da is looking green must of had his own 🎶🍻💃 ha Carly: idk i can b nicer? but k now i know ronan aint been talking bout me when hes 🍺 or 💊 Ali: can be a tea party for three Ali: have to bring his own 🎩 though Ali: not to me anyway Ali: but as you can tell Ali: 🐺 keeps all the 🐓🐓🐓 away Carly: 🐇🐇🐇♠️♣️♥️♦️🐇🐇🐇 Carly: she is fierce Ali: she likes to think so Ali: 🐶 really Carly: course ur not scared of her silly Carly: u love her Carly: im a 🐈 person ha Ali: [sends her a load of pictures of Bluebeard she didn't ask for rather than being like do I love her hmm] Carly: AW!!!! Carly: 🥰🤗 Ali: he's captain ☠🏴 but there's always room aboard Carly: thats the best offer ive had from a gentleman ever ever ever Carly: whats his name? Ali: Bluebeard Ali: and he is MOSTLY a gentleman if you can handle some toe nibbling Carly: 😍😍😍😍 Carly: into it Carly: ive done more for lads i just met who aint as beautiful so Ali: 😂 I feel that Ali: honestly, it's quite comforting, when he doesn't sneak attack you with it Carly: [sends her a selfie that shouldn't be as adorable as it is] Carly: now u can introduce us Carly: 👋 baby blue Ali: the 😍😍😍😍 are mutual Ali: I can tell Carly: yay Carly: 🧡 Ali: is there anything else you need/we want for the tea party? Ali: en-route at last Carly: ur really coming? Ali: yeah, sorry I was ages, it's a whole process brewing it Ali: also a dead giveaway you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 which obvs my ma takes as her cue to be all Spanish inquisition about it Ali: 📚 of my mostly-fictional-but-which-are-and-which-aren't-mother exploits later Carly: sorry iou so much magic Ali: nah, don't worry about it 👸 Ali: who doesn't love a little scandal with their morning brew? she deffo does Carly: its too late im looking for 🍀 Carly: among the 🌼🌼🌼 Ali: awh Ali: I'm never turning down extra luck Ali: we can make daisy-chains Carly: its the dresscode Carly: soz da Ali: does he have a 🧔? Ali: that's a #look Carly: not rn Carly: my ma wasnt on @ me only to clean up Carly: he had his turn Ali: damn it Ali: maybe a nice belt Ali: I'll be 🤔 Carly: dont b 💔😢 he has bushy eyebrows Ali: same Ali: he's earnt his invite back Ali: your ma gonna have to chill though Ali: and it ain't that kinda tea 💔 Carly: you wont b able to tell if shes angry or surprised Ali: 😚 ⬅ I know the vibe Ali: you do you babe Carly: she used to let me sort em out but there was an accident Carly: which im sworn to secrecy about Ali: I'm so good with secrets 🙏🙏🙏 Carly: k Carly: my head zoned out but my hands kept going like Ali: you were meditating you can't help having 🌌🧠 Ali: I'll 🤭 now and never tell, don't worry Mrs W Carly: @ school yea im meditating on your q sir relax Carly: ha love that Ali: they just ask questions to answer it themselves, what is the point Carly: u coming for my ma again? Ali: 🤫 bad first impression, that Carly: shes heard it from ronan too sorry Carly: lad has loose lips Ali: honestly Ali: 🙄 can't keep up with my bad reputation Carly: ud think hed be better at kissing Carly: its talk talk talk Carly: more good things about u than ive made it seem like tho Ali: he was a big talker Ali: probably 'cos he ain't allowed with the lads Carly: if he talked about what a 👼 u are & how 💔😢 he is theyd uninvite him from the bonfire Carly: its sweet really how hung up hes got Ali: he only thinks I'm an 👼 'cos he took my virginity probs Ali: that's more suitable 🔥side chat Carly: he goes on about that alot but I thought he was lying Carly: oh no that sounds bad Carly: not calling u a slag ur obvs not its y he likes u more Ali: 😂 I'm fine with slag Ali: all definition dependent anyway Carly: yea same Carly: can be hot if ur in the mood Ali: right, and if I'm a slag 'cos I didn't marry him then I'll take it Carly: & hes not allowed to marry gorgers theyd wanna throw him in the 🔥 Ali: exactly Ali: we can't both be 💔😢 forever can we boy Carly: just me @ the party til u came to my rescue Ali: 🥺 Ali: What was he even on about then, like? Ali: dickhead Carly: idk i zone out wen he shouts @ me too Ali: I can always poison a cup and send it his way Ali: just say the word Carly: hes not that bad Ali: okay okay, just some laxatives Ali: 'cos he's a bit 💩 Carly: ha Ali: no 🌼🌼🌼 unless he says soz then Carly: but his beautiful curls 🥺 Ali: hmm, a good point Ali: be strong, baby Carly: ill throw one @ him & run away Carly: back to u Ali: you're so adorable Carly: says u Carly: 👼👸🏼 Ali: 💚 we're gonna have an adventure when the tea hits okay Ali: I've decided Carly: k thats the kinda 🎄🎅🤶🎁 it is Carly: i do want the energy of a kid on xmas morning Ali: that's the best Ali: how I'm tryna be every day Carly: 💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️☄️ 🚀🛸 Ali: if only 🚀 Ali: this bike can only go as fast as my lil legs can carry, like Carly: aw baby Carly: i shouldve asked u where u live before this 2nd rescue was launched Carly: im sorry Ali: No distance is too far for a fair maiden Carly: ill have to see what other 🔮 i can find before u get here Carly: dont love ious Ali: there's no ious Carly: [sending her loads of pics of her with or just pics of the cat lady's cats that she's rounding up for this tea party and they're adorable] Ali: 😍💞😻 Ali: okay, non-debt fully paid though Carly: [just rambling about the names she's given each cat cos her and cat lady don't know each other properly til Ali comes along and like facts about each cat/her fave things cos she's a big nerd] Ali: I love them Ali: I'm gonna get them some 🐟🐟🐟 when I get tea party tings Ali: some cream, awh, okay, this is happening Carly: im picking enough 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 for everyone Ali: should've put Bluebs in my basket Ali: next time Carly: aw Carly: Humbug might try & fight him Carly: youd b there to protect him tho Ali: I can ref Ali: my little brother is always trying to play-fight everyone so I'm well-versed Carly: is he ticklish? that works for me Carly: broken up lots of fights Ali: big time Ali: his kryptonite Ali: reckon it's against the rules in professional fights but preparing him for anything like any good big sister Carly: ha Carly: aw i bet ur an amazing sister Carly: if i had 1 maybe id wanna be on site sometimes Carly: my ma's eyebrows r hardly a call to home Ali: he might disagree but he's 5 so what does he know 😉 Ali: feel that though Ali: home is just a base, whole 🌍 out there Carly: wen ur 5 you argue to argue Carly: yea if u dont use ur wings theyll think u dont want em 💔😢 Ali: flying is like riding a 🚲 though Carly: r we goin on a 🚲 adventure? Ali: definitely Ali: ugh, need one of those wagons for the 😻😻😻s Carly: ☺️its gonna b so fun! Carly: we might meet more 🐈🐈🐈🐈 Ali: way better than 🐔 Carly: ha Carly: do u have 🔮 left to help me find shoes? Ali: have you checked the fridge? Carly: [a pause while she do] Carly: theyre not there 😕🧐 Ali: damn, that'd be the last place I'd look though Ali: were they in the mess your Ma was sounding off about fr Carly: o mayb Carly: if i was wearing any when you dropped me off Ali: 🤔 I don't know if I recall any glass slippers Ali: I'll ask Lene hold up Carly: 👸 energy Carly: but idk if i wanna scary 🐺 at my door Ali: turns out she's actually your 👵 Carly: ha my grandma is 💍 to god Carly: its not close to the energy shes putting out Ali: she'd probably tell your actual that God is a gay girl Ali: nah she's well 😇 around fam, just hide behind your Ma and me, baby, you'll be fine Carly: ha that wasn't in any of the kids bible stories she sent me every 🎄🎅🤶🎁 Carly: her god is 😠 than Humbug Carly: he likes to shout so i gotta zone out Carly: aw that's sweet ur ma loves her too? Ali: Hooray for Catholicism, yeah? 😏 Ali: she loves my Ma, more like Carly: we spend our sundays on our knees nana but its 🚽🤮 or u kno a bigger sin Carly: u do look like her i remember Ali: that's not QUITE 🚽🤮 levels but close 😂 Carly: nah its nice u have the same 👀💙✨ Carly: idk who i look like Carly: postman maybe Ali: now I don't know whether to 😳 or be 🤨 you like my Ma too Ali: you look like you and that's Ali: 💛 😍 😘 🥰 😚 👸 👼🏽 🐰 🌼 🌻 🌞 🍓 🍑 🍨 🍰 🍭 🍬 🎆 💜 Carly: yea 🤞🙏🌠 the postman isnt my da cuz hes a ride Carly: aw now youve got me 😳 Ali: rude, my postman is not Carly: 🚫💌 then baby Carly: ill text u instead Ali: so grumpy, don't stick your hand right into our house if you don't wanna get bitten, sir Ali: not by me, whatever Ronan has said Ali: though I'm well flattered I'm getting a text back Carly: ha its k its not that u use too much teeth Carly: & course ur my hero Carly: tho 🤞🙏🌠 wont b an sos every time Ali: good, can't have him putting you off with blatant lies Ali: it won't be if I do a better job at the heroics and get there before any bad shit can happen Carly: its k i like it Carly: helps me remember what i did Carly: 💔😢 no lads r spelling their names out in bruises for the who Carly: 🐇🐾🐇🐾🐇 Carly: nooo theres no better u could do Carly: ur flying to me faster than anyone has ever ever Ali: amateurs, like Ali: so rude, ain't they heard you're 👸 Ali: I'm basically there now, prepare for the best tea party you've ever been to Carly: aint wat theyve heard but idc Carly: yay 💙 i havent had 1 since me & my 🧸🧸🧸 Ali: I'll be 🎶🔊 it so get in the know lads Ali: awh, can I meet them too? Carly: not too 🔊 or ur gf will bite me which could b fun but im not trying to do u like 💔😢 Carly: some r shyer than others but if u work ur 🔮 how u did for me ull make friends Ali: fill your boots, babe, I don't reckon she's your type, like Ali: I'll be on my best behaviour 🤞 Ali: the loveliest guest you've ever had 🤞🤞 Carly: be fun though Carly: not boring Ali: 😲😲 Ali: Is that the impression I give off? Ali: or another Ronan tale, either way Ali: gonna have to prove otherwise now in the most extra ways imaginable Carly: nahhh Carly: he don't lie to me its his 1 saving grace Carly: its just like a pls Carly: to u & the universe Ali: I won't be boring Ali: trust me Carly: k Carly: i do ur a lifesaver Ali: nah Ali: just happy to help Carly: im happy we r mates Ali: me too Ali: idk why we weren't before, like Ali: too many people at school Carly: & i dont go much ha Ali: this is true Ali: lesser spotted walsh 🐦 Carly: oooh wat colours am i Ali: 💗💜💛🧡💗 Carly: cute Ali: very Carly: wats ur fave colour? Ali: It's a harder question than people reckon, that Ali: like, there's so many beautiful things of every colour Ali: if I can decide for the day, I feel like I'm doing a disservice to all the others Carly: sorry Carly: i havent decided on mine either Carly: when i was a lil kid it was 💛 for the 🌞 then wen i started goin out it was silver for wat i thought the 🌚 looked like Carly: but ive seen so many new colours since Ali: kids always know Ali: they're much smarter than adults about everything Carly: i bet ur lil bro is the smartest Carly: like u Ali: he likes red for 🚨❌🛑⛔️🚫💯‼️🥊🥤 Ali: and I see the appeal Carly: does he like 🍎? i kno somewhere that sells the reddest shiniest 1s Carly: or we cud just throw 🍅s Ali: he's at the anti-fruit stage Ali: but I reckon he could be convinced if we let him smother 'em in caramel and sprinkles Carly: its a date Ali: Me first

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fatmindhappyheart · 5 years

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Broder Café, Portland, OR.

Hello, my beautifully insatiable children of the sometimes dark and cruelly flavorless world. Greetings, my precious gorgers who are so often deprived of divine flavor and salacious evenings spent in gluttony, so often cursed to dwell on the parsimonious musings of flavorless minds. Take heart, for your Charon has returned to guide your beautiful wandering souls across the murky waters that stand between you and inimitable food-induced delight.

Today, we come to the hallowed doors of one of Portland’s most hallowed brunch destinations. Nordic fare of unparalleled quality, brunch at Broder is more than a meal; it is a journey of transcendental importance. My beloved, partake with me in my revelries, my meal of utter consequence, my metamorphic morning.

“Lost Eggs” Baked in a frothy bedding of cream, two poached eggs lay between spinach leaves and sliced ham in the bliss of holy matrimony. From beneath a crispy covering of parmesan cheese, the yolks broke softly, slowly blending to white amid hues of cream. The light snap of crisped parmesan resounded as I sank my fork carefully, oh so carefully, into the sea of white that lay beneath. What returned to my mouth was unlike anything that I had ever experienced as a mere man. Bewildered and in awe, I tore through the skillet as if it were my final meal, pausing only for an occasional rapturous moan. Creamy, cheesy, and with the faintest hint of delightful, toe-curling bitterness from the spinach: Broder’s Lost Eggs were magnificent.

“Æbleskiver”

Served with jams made of lemon curd and lingonberry, the Danish pancakes were decadent. Moist, covered in powdered sugar, and oh-so-very circular, the Danish pancakes were a charming departure from my creamy entree. Light and airy, they functioned as an impeccable tapestry upon which the fresh lingonberry jam could make its mark.

I would include my assessment of the lemon curd jam, but, if we all dig down deep within ourselves, we know that lemon curd jam is of no more importance than the final groomsman in a wedding: merely present to balance the photograph. If you disagree with my assessment of lemon curd, write your own blog.

“Swedish Hash with Trout”

My mother ordered Broder’s Swedish Hash with Trout, which, in actuality, meant that she ordered me half of another entree. The eggs perched daringly atop small diced potatoes, which were interwoven with small onions and peppers. Betwixt and between potato and onion lay the trout. Decadent, moist, and engorged with flavor, the trout steamed lightly under the morning sunshine that glinted through the front windows. With each stolen bite, the purity of my soul slipped from me. My debauchery ever before my eyes and evidenced by my growing gut, I plunged deeper and deeper into that skillet of unbridled gluttony. At one point, I was forced to fend off the hungry advances of my mother’s righteous fork. I bobbed and weaved, striking cautiously but effectively with my pronged utensil. A haunted look clouded her eye, as the pure young man she bore unto this world slowly slipped from her, morphing before her eyes into an irrepressible Gourmand, drunk on the pleasure of a morning spent in gluttonous ecstasy. If that is my lot in life from now until the end of time, so be it.

“Lingonberry Mimosa”

Last, but certainly not least, we have the drink of the day. If you know anything of my emergent morning alcoholism, then you are aware of my deep proclivity for mimosas. Less tart than cranberries but boasting a similar flavor, the lingonberry served as a delightful compliment to my morning booze. Effervescent and refined, it bore me up with it into a cloud on high, from which I observed all that lay beneath. Of most interest to me in the land that lay below was a writhing gargoyle, hell-bent on consuming the food laid before it and its mother. Before I could come down to intervene, I found myself within the gargoyle, devouring all that lay before me, including this zesty treat.

In conclusion, my beautiful ones, go to Broder. Will it be a two-hour wait? Yes. Will you wonder why the coffee tastes faintly of dish soap and stained jeans? It depends on how you wash your jeans. Will you watch the cat who lives in an apartment above Broder for at least an hour as it tries to catch birds in a tree? Definitely. But of most importance, will your gorgeously gluttonous souls find refuge at the table? My sweet ones, yes they will. Yes, they will.

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