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You Are Not One of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 1

Full Request

AN: OMGGGG my first request! And it’s an absolute banger too??? I feel like a queen, I truly do. 

I know the original request was more about Marvel-based Norse mythology but I’m not a Marvel fan so I went with original Norse mythology! Hope that’s ok! 

-Also yes, this is a place where we pretend the Hades-Persephone myth isn’t as messed up as it actually is and is a sweet love story instead, fuck off- 

-I know Hestia is supposed to be a virgin goddess and never marry but like… I’m thinking of a cute hearth goddess and how she could love Hephaestus and I want that for them- 

Final PS. that corner pic of Toby Stephens doesn't fit the rest of the aesthetic, I know, but I saw it while searching and it had me quivering so I had to add it.

Summary: Zeus and Odin have brought peace to the worlds of the gods. With peace comes love. But all is NOT fair in love and war. 

Word count: 6,187

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not claim to own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

It was the dawn of a new era when Kronos was thrown to Tartarus. His evil had touched more than just the world of the Greek gods, sending ripples through the very world of mythology itself. Though the worlds of the Norse and the Grecians were thousands of miles away, their gods had often met on the battlefields. A multitude of stories, now lost to time, told of the wars of snow and sand, told of the loves made and broken between viking idols and spartan gods. But upon the ‘death’ of Kronos, the new king of the gods found himself in a forgiving mood. Odin too, having given up so much for wisdom, realised the best way forward was to have peace in all aspects under his control, once and for all. 

The two gods met deep in a forest exactly halfway between what is now Greece and Norway, a forest that eventually became the town of Vlasim in the Czech Republic. No one other than the two kings knows what was said in order for the peace pact to be made, but they left with promises of order, friendship, and an invitation for the Asgardians to visit the stronghold that is Mount Olympus. 

When Zeus returned with this news, they all rejoiced and began ensuring Mount Olympus looked better than it ever had before. After all, they still needed to outshine these other supposed “gods”. Hera took charge of ensuring the entire place glowed, already beginning to argue with Demeter on how the flowers would look best. Aphrodite was already picking out her best dresses and sprucing up her hair, Artemis and Apollo hopping off to go hunting for some creature that would show their true prowess to the Asgardians (secretly hoping they would make it back in time). Dionysus was left in charge of the entertainment, though he was quickly focused only on providing wine for the entire table, and Hephaestus and Hestia found comfort in quiet corners of the room, watching all the chaos unfold. Hades had been unbothered, promising he would show up with Persephone when the Asgardians arrived and nothing more before disappearing in a puff of smoke back to the underworld and no doubt the loving arms of his wife. Poseidon was… well he didn’t know how he felt. If he was honest, he was beginning to feel old. Life as a god wasn’t all it was cut out to be, and it had been dragging a bit recently. His millennia of existence were beginning to catch up to him and he wasn’t sure how to jumpstart his enjoyment again. He had even taken to wearing an older form recently, a man still in his prime, but one with the wisdom of a thousand years subtly showing itself in the lines around his eyes and mouth. A man still corded in muscle but with the stockiness, width, and strength of one who had had one hundred lifetimes to hone it. This seemed like exactly the kind of thing he needed to reintroduce excitement to his life. Though Zeus had not included him in the peace talks, he was happy to be part of the governing that came after, to help maintain the peace between the gods. For once he felt he could happily commend his brother for a job well done. 

And he was excited to meet these new gods, apprehensive too of course, but… excited. It would be a good opportunity to measure themselves up to the others in their world, to truly decide if they were as invincible as they believed they were. Poseidon believed it was important for the gods to have a wake-up call every now and again to their fragility, and he was sure this would be one of them. 

Across the world, in the realm of Asgard and the halls of Valhalla, ale was poured and songs were sung as the gods rejoiced. Odin sat on his throne high above the others as some danced, some fought, some feasted, and some passed out from too much of everything too soon. Odin watched over them all with one of his rare smiles, a hand resting atop the one Frigg had placed on the arm of his throne. Even Loki, occasional friend, occasional enemy, had joined for this celebration. He was proud of what he had achieved, of the worthy sacrifices he had made, to not only bring him eternal wisdom, but to bring peace between two races of gods. Odin turned to Frigg, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She blushed, turning to him and pressing one on his cheek in return. 

“Everything is well?” She asked, caressing his cheek just under the eye he had given up. 

“Perfect,” he sighed, then looked back out to the dancefloor where his children now pranced jokingly.

Thor laughed heartily as he began to chug from his mug, froth spilling over the sides of his cheeks as his friends clapped and cheered. Loki even smiled, though he was more caught up in trying to continue his conversation with the little goddess sandwiched between her brother and him. Odin’s youngest child, the newest addition to Asgard, giggled at her brother’s antics and the clever commentary the god of mischief whispered in her ear. She was still young by the standards of the gods, having only seen a thousand sun cycles, and she was treated as such, cherished by all who looked upon the daughter of Odin, the goddess of love, so loved in fact, that Odin had chosen to bestow his own title of god of war onto her. The goddess of love, and war, Y/n Odinsdottir. 

You were excited for this trip to Mount Olympus. You had been aware of the Greek gods since your birth but you had not had the opportunity of meeting them in battle. Being only a thousand years old meant you had been coddled for five hundred of them, and though you had been given the title of goddess of war, you still felt you had to earn it. Balancing the powers of love and war was a struggle you were still learning. You had spent the last five hundred years trying to choose the right warriors to bestow your blessing upon, the right vikings to give the power of love (the second being especially difficult as you had only felt familial love thus far). This would be an opportunity to learn from these other gods, to not only enjoy a new era of peace but to build on your own skills. 

Odin, Frigg, and Thor enjoyed your excitement, watching with smiles as you pranced about in different dresses wondering which would be the best to wear, brushing out your hair and carefully pinning the dark blue tresses into an updo. Though you often changed the way you looked (shapeshifting came with the job of being a love goddess for all mythologies it seemed), you never changed the blue hair. You had quickly grown fond of it, and the natural movement of hair in that colour reminded you of waves on the ocean, a particular favourite spot of yours. Even past the blue hair, you often wore blue dresses in varying shades, simply because you had come to love the ocean, and thus the colour blue. The other gods often remarked that love was not black nor white, rather it was blue. 

On the eve of the grand meeting of the gods, you had sat beside Loki in a stone alcove high above the feast hall of Valhalla, watching the slain heroes rejoice for another evening. Though it was in Loki’s nature to be a trickster, you had come to enjoy his company and often seeked him out when you were bored or nervous. He knew the history of the gods almost as well as Odin, and you enjoyed the way he told his stories with exaggerated voices and dancing movements. You loved learning about all that had happened before you, all the battles the gods had fought, the relationships they had made, long before you were even a thought in Odin’s head. On a night like this, when you had too much energy to just while away the hours, you found Loki and begged him to tell you a story. You were still young, and possibly your power as a love goddess had an influence too, but he found he could never quite say no to you. 

“Alright, little goddess, settle in, for tonight I tell you a story of love and perilous heartbreak, a story that involves lovers who should never have met, lovers who had no business being together, and who fate punished for it,” Loki began, eyes sparkling as he gazed deep into your own. You shivered and nodded, excitement and just a hint of fear tickling your spine. You sat back against the stone wall and brought your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them and waiting for Loki to begin again. 

“So many years ago that neither you nor I were even a thought in the dust, one of the aesir fell in love with a goddess of another land. Though their names and abilities are lost now, we know that the aesir was one of our strongest, almost indestructible. The goddess was special in her own right, among her own people, and these two great clans warred for many centuries. Years and years were spent slaughtering each other’s families, using human battles as their own, bleeding each other dry until there was barely anything left to call them gods. 

During one such battle, this aesir had broken through the front lines of the opponents, but was stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes upon a beautiful goddess helping to heal what she could. He was enamoured by her, so enamoured that for the first time in any battle he was nicked by an arrow.” Loki paused, seeing the way your eyes widened and began to get teary, and he smiled gently. “Do not worry little goddess, it was only a small cut, and he was able to heal, but the true wound was in his heart. He wanted to find this goddess, to be near her, to love her, and yet every day he had to fight her people, without fail. 

One day, he decided to stay back while the others fought, and he snuck over to the other side to try and find his goddess. He disguised himself as a butterfly and fluttered around their camp looking for her. Again, when he found her he was struck dumb by her beauty, and instantly changed into his true form in front of her. She was terrified, and she almost began to yell for help, but he begged her not to. He promised her his life, his very essence as a god, if only she would give him a chance to show her how much he had come to love her. Of course she was apprehensive at first, he was the enemy after all, but she allowed him this. 

The aesir took his knife, cut his palm, and dripped his blood onto the ground. With the first drop, he created a new flower and named it Linnea, for her. With the second, he created a flurry of butterflies that would follow after her wherever she would go, do whatever she wished of them. And with the third, he created a thin gold thread. He took one end of the thread and tied it around his wrist before offering the other to her. He said that if she took it, he would bind himself to her, soul to soul. That if she loved him back, they may be separated, but the gold thread would tie them together forever and wherever they may be, they could always follow it back to one another. The goddess, won over by his utter devotion, accepted his offering and promised to love him back until the end of her days. 

Each night they separated to their own camps, connected only by the gold thread, and each day while the battles and the war raged on, they would sneak away to far off places to be together and live in a happiness their people couldn’t seem to find. But all was not well for the lovers, for the Norns had spun their threads and knew that the price of their love was one no god could ever pay. And so, one day when the lovers snuck off, a god from this other clan who had been promised this goddess’s hand in marriage decided to follow. He saw this ultimate betrayal and sounded the alarm. Both lovers were dragged back to their camps in shackles, the aesir and the other gods unsure of how to punish them. 

The eldest of the aesir knew what must be done. The lovers could never be together, it was simply impossible, and he spoke with the leader of this other clan in a moment of truce. They were both in agreement, and the elder was sent off to complete this task. He ventured to Yggdrasil and found Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld. He had Verðandi remove any memory or thought of the goddess from the aesir’s mind. He had Urðr remove any trace of the goddess from the aesir’s fate. And he had Skuld remove any future with the goddess. 

When this was done, the elder returned to the camp and found the god to see if the Norns had worked true. He had no memory of the goddess, and seemed returned as he was to the aesir. On the other side, the same had happened to the goddess with her own fates, any trace of the god removed from her thoughts, memories, fate and future. Everyone thought all was well and normalcy had returned, but both god and goddess felt the eternal tug of a gold thread wrapped around their wrist that no one but them could see. Both attempted to follow it but it seemed to never have an end. They would stand in front of each other, and look straight through the other, never able to see one another again. Forever they were cursed to wonder why they were pulled toward something they could not see, something they would never be able to find.” Loki finished with a sigh, looking at you as you sat curled up against the wall opposite him. You were frowning, tears collected at the corners of your eyes and lip trembling. 

“I didn’t like that story,” you mumbled, shaking your head and wiping at your eyes. “What was so wrong with them loving each other?” 

“Little goddess, we are terrified of the things we don’t understand. We don’t understand love, we don’t understand why it evades us but not those we hate. We don’t understand why it makes us love those we do not want to love.” Loki began to stand, brushing off his legs and shirt with a shrug. 

“Then… then none of you understand me. You are all terrified of me. I am the goddess of love, am I not?” You asked, looking up at him with fearful eyes. But Loki just smiled and patted your head. 

“You help us understand love, little goddess. That is why we need you, because without you, we would all be even more lost. Imagine that,” he smirked and chuckled, then walked away, mumbling something about readying for the journey to Olympus. 

When the Norse gods began to arrive on Olympus, the Vanir entering first, the gathered horde of Greek gods and goddesses and spirits began to mumble and talk among themselves as they judged the foreigners that now walked among them. The Grecians felt their dressing was superior, their peplos were so white that they would burn the eyes of a human. The gold edging was pure and shined as if it was freshly polished and not thread. The purple cloaks they all donned would bankrupt every village in the human world just to get enough dye to make it look that bright. They were… amused? Intrigued? Maybe even disgusted by the fashion of their guests. They all wore varying shades of red. They had either thin linen garments with animal furs draped across their shoulders and arms, or donned thick tunics of sheepskin and wool pants with leather belts decorated with axes and swords. Both groups were… apprehensive to mingle. 

Zeus and Hera sat on their thrones and looked down on their guests, nodding greetings as they watched for Odin and Frigg. Poseidon and Hades sat on their own thrones to the side of their brother. Hades was turned to the side and conversing solely with Persephone who stood just behind his throne, leaning onto it and smiling down at her husband. Poseidon just sat back and watched the gods enter the grand hall, resting his chin on his hand and trying not to yawn with boredom. 

The entrance of Odin and Frigg could not be missed. As they crossed the bridge into Mount Olympus, they were surrounded by the Aesir. Odin held Frigg’s hand, both dressed in traditional Viking fashion. Frigg wore a modest woollen strap dress in a shade of red so deep it looked like she had bathed in blood. Her grey eyes were smudged with black on the lids and her hair was braided on both sides and tied back, resting on a black fur stole draped over her shoulders. Odin was dressed completely in black, from his eyepatch to his tunic and sheepskin pants. But his cloak was of the pure white fur of a bear, the edges dragging on the ground behind him. 

Thor followed behind his father, dressed as a common viking, but with Mjolnir dangling from his wrist, shiny and almost glowing. Baldr walked beside him, a simple white tunic and black pants comprising his outfit. But it was his hair that was the talk of the audience, so pale and white that it seemed to glow itself. He was a handsome creature, youthful and majestic, with a muscular body and a gentle smile. The muses began to giggle as they watched him walk past. 

It was after Thor and Baldr had separated to stand beside their father and mother, that little gasps and whispers began to pervade the air. Behind them had walked Odin’s youngest child, wearing a dress of blue that draped over your body like water. It looked like it had been made of the thinnest netting all gathered and crushed together then draped over your body in the fashion of the Greeks. The fabric was so light near the top that it looked like the very froth of a wave, and darkened as it flared out behind you, the hem almost as black as the deepest trenches of the sea. Like your mother and father, you had draped a fur over your shoulders, hoping to appease your people. You had wanted to blend in with the Greeks, had wanted them to feel respected (you were entering their home after all) but you still wanted to look like a viking. 

The Aesir walked forward as Zeus stood from his throne, followed slowly by his brothers and Hera. He smiled at the approaching group, waiting until they were just in front of the thrones before speaking. 

“Welcome, all, to Mount Olympus,” his voice boomed, and a small flutter of claps sounded from around the crowd. “Thank you for joining us, and for ensuring peace between our peoples for the rest of our eternity,” he smiled, and Odin bowed his head in thanks, letting go of Frigg’s hand to hold both of his own in front of himself. “Please, converse, rest, enjoy the sights of Olympus and partake in the refreshments,” Zeus gestured his arms to the tables of ambrosia that stretched so far that even the gods lost sight of their ends. With that, he sat back on his throne, and waited for Odin and Frigg to approach. 

Hades took the opportunity to grab Persephone’s hand and try to slink off but the goddess just chided him and forced him to sit back in his throne as she went to see her mother. Hel chose this moment to approach him and the two began a stilted conversation about their individual worlds of death. Hephaestus and Hestia, who had taken up to joining together in situations of unfamiliarity, sat together in the corner, whispering among themselves. Apollo found company in Bragi, though both instantly began speaking in verse to try and prove who was the better poet. 

Artemis, Ares, and Athena had crowded Thor and Tyr and were all in different positions of trying to look dangerous, unamused, and intrigued at the same time. Aphrodite had pounced on Baldr, but found competition in the muses who had already made their way to surround him, and soon found herself flirting with Freyr. Hermes and Loki too had found delightful conversation with one another, full of ideas of thievery and trickery. 

And Poseidon was… enamoured. Since the moment he had laid eyes on you he had not taken them away. He had slowly sat back down in his chair, worried that if he stayed standing his knees may give out. You made a god weak. You were beautiful, ethereal, magical, beyond anything even the gods could think to conjure. And your dress… oh that dress, had you chosen it for him? Had you arrived with a mind to capture his very essence? Because it started with that dress. You looked the very soul of water, the very thing that made a world impossible without it. Your hair, your luscious hair, so blue that it reminded him of his palace, of the places deepest in the sea where he felt truly at peace. And the small smile on your face as you meandered between the different groups of gods conversing, slightly shy of your place, but not unhappy. It was the smile of a fresh pearl, one that shined under even the dimmest of lights. 

Poseidon watched you walk about, not entering any conversation but not shying away from listening to the others speak. Your pretty face never once dipped into a frown, and he felt like he would never truly catch his breath if he could see you in his line of vision. It took every bit of his godly power to force his eyes away, and he was both angered and thankful when some god (who seemed to be the only one who looked as old as he probably was) walked up to his throne and began conversing about fish. 

You were so happy that Njord had listened to your little prompt to go speak to the god of the seas, because it meant he finally pulled his eyes away from you, and you could begin to watch him in return. He had been the first of the thrones you had looked at, and the only one you truly cared about now. His eyes were such a dark blue that they reminded you of the ocean, of your favourite place in the ocean in fact, and they seemed so… knowing, as if one look at another told him everything he needed to know about them. His form was majestic, stoic and strong, with broad shoulders and thick arms that made you desire something you had never desired before. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to wrap those arms around you, to run your fingers over those arms. Were you bewitched? Were you cursed? Even his hair made you feel desire, those beautiful locks of hair that resembled celestial bronze, neat yet still unrestrained with a particularly unruly strand falling onto his forehead. You wanted to run your fingers through that hair, to feel if it was truly as soft as you imagined, to press your nose into it and inhale the slightly salty scent that surely clung to him, that you had come to love as much as the sight of the ocean itself. You wanted to feel his beard on your cheeks, under your palms, to know if the white hairs that threaded through it were any coarser than the others, to know what it felt like to have a man’s face in the palms of your hands. Your entire being felt as if it was on fire, and the more you stared at him, at the slight signs of age that showed themselves in the lines by his eyes and mouth, the more you felt it burn inside you. 

Someone cleared their throat to your right and you gasped, whirling on them as a blush branded itself on your cheeks, as if your body wanted to betray your thoughts. You smiled, hoping to cover up whatever embarrassment may have shown on your face, and gazed at the god before you. He was about your height, if not a little taller, with a grin that reminded you of Loki’s. His hair was black and combed back smoothly in a rather regal fashion. His eyes were black too, you noticed, so black that you couldn’t differentiate the pupil from the iris. You smiled brightly at him, bowing your head in greeting when you noticed the little wings that protruded from his shoes. 

“My goodness! Your shoes!” You exclaimed, gasping and pointing at them with a delighted little laugh. 

“Yes,” he laughed along, “they help me travel quickly when I am tired, though they do often have a mind of their own,” he joked, and you laughed loudly. He had a sweet voice, one that would sound happy even when he was sad. “I am Hermes, son of Zeus, what is your name?” His eyes were sparkling and you found you enjoyed it. 

“I am Y/n of the Aesir, goddess of love and war,” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand to him. Hermes held it as if it were a precious gift and pressed his lips to your knuckles. You had never felt so regal. 

“Ah, yes, Odin’s youngest, I have heard of your prowess on the battlefield.” Hermes was surely a charmer, you thought, and you smiled brightly, a tinge of pink to your cheeks. 

“You flatter me, I am still unproven as a goddess of war, though I suppose I do plan a strategy well,” you smiled cheekily, shrugging nonchalantly and holding your hands behind your back as you swayed girlishly. 

If there was one thing you were proud of, it was your ability to fight. It was the reason your father had given you this title, your cunning ability to break down your opponents in all sorts of ways, to plan out a fight before it had even begun. Simply put, you were good at it, you could defeat Tyr with ease now, and even Thor had become no challenge. While you still struggled with the love side of your godly abilities and duties, you could always rely on your fighting. 

“What about you, Hermes? What are you the god of?” You asked, tilting your head in question. 

“Many things, trade, luck, travel, and thieves,” he answered breezily, though his smile betrayed his pride. “I am the herald of our pantheon, the messenger of the gods.” 

“Well you are very important then, for where would we be without our messengers?” You told him sweetly, and all he could do was nod. His chest filled with warmth and he knew he had to be careful or the affection that now bubbled inside of him would erupt from his mouth. 

“You are wise as you are sweet,” he simply replied, and you just smiled brightly before turning to face the group and stepping slightly closer to his side. 

“You remind me of Loki, though he is not a brother, I see him as such,” you told him, and a small pang hit him in the stomach. You had already passed him off as a brother it seemed. But Hermes just shook his head to himself and smiled at you again, leading you toward a display of flowers just to the side that was one of Demeter’s favoured experimental projects. He was tenacious, if nothing else, and he would eventually get you to enjoy his company as something more. 

Poseidon had ended up enjoying his conversation with Njord (who was surprisingly intelligent and rather engaging when conversing about fish) but when the god had left him he instantly began to look around for you. Any good mood was squashed when he saw you walking off arm in arm with Hermes, and a thunderous look settled across his face. Somewhere on earth a storm began to brew. Luckily, you didn’t walk far, and he was able to watch over you from his throne, though his mood had already soured, and continued to sour the longer you stayed attached to Hermes’ arm. 

Hades, who had finally rid himself of Hel’s company, Hestia and Hephaestus from their corner, and even Dionysus from his seat at the ambrosia table with a jug of wine bigger than his head watched Poseidon. He was acting rather odd, and they could all now see why. His eyes had not left the girl-goddess since she had arrived, and he was miserably failing if he was attempting to be subtle. They had noticed the goddess watching him in return, the pink tint on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye, and a teasing giggle seemed to build in all those watching. How poignant for Poseidon to fall for the goddess dressed like the sea. Hades stood from his throne and made his way to his brother, sitting on the arm of his throne and smirking at him.

“I will admit, brother, that she is beautiful,” he told Poseidon quietly. The god of the sea snapped his head to his brother, and scowled. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he answered simply, but Hades just laughed, patting Poseidon on the shoulder. 

“Oh brother, you truly do not understand the art of subtlety, do you?” Hades raised an eyebrow and Poseidon stared at him bewildered. “You have watched that one since she arrived and done nothing but that. And goodness, the way you watch her! Have you never seen a woman?” Poseidon shrugged his brother’s hand off of his shoulders and had the decency to look slightly sheepish. He had assumed no one would notice. Hades noted the slight shame in his brother’s expression and sighed, smiling gently. 

“Do not worry, I will tell no one, though I may not have anything to tell as she does seem to be enjoying Hermes’ company,” he added teasingly, and Poseidon growled at his brother’s back. 

He was distracted by a commotion that had arisen near where Hermes and the goddess had stood. Now a group had gathered around them, fluttering with whispers, and he was too curious not to know what was going on. He walked swiftly from the throne, standing just behind some of the minor gods in the group and peering over their heads. 

“So you are a goddess of war, your brother has said?” Ares asked, hands on his hips as he stared down at you. You smiled up at him, nodding your head. 

“The goddess of war and love,” you told him. Athena and Aphrodite, both stood just behind Ares with their arms crossed over their chests scoffed. 

“A goddess of war and love? Must not be good at either,” Aphrodite murmured, voice snarky and loud enough to be heard by everyone. Athena smirked, hiding a chuckle behind her hand. You frowned at this, looking toward the two goddesses, but Ares just moved so you would be forced to continue staring at him.  

“She is a guest, do not be rude,” Hermes spat, but Ares and Aphrodite just waved their hands in twin moves of dismissal. 

“I am the god of war, she is the goddess of love, we have the right to ask questions of a guest who resembles us so closely,” Ares smirked at Hermes, but he was quick to return his gaze to you. His eyes were like fire, hungry and angry, ready to burn whatever he looked at. 

“So, what exactly do you do? Do you make enemies fall in love and end wars?” Aphrodite snarked, tilting her head and staring at you like you were just something annoying that had flown into her path. 

Poseidon wanted to intervene. He was desperate to come to your defence, to have the waters flood Olympus and drown each of them until they were nothing but salt in the sea. But before he could step forward to your aid, he saw the subtle changes in you. He saw the way your eyes hardened, any trace of the happiness and gentleness with which you had treated everyone thus far disappearing. He saw your back straighten just a tad more, your shoulders pushing back and your balance shifting just slightly forward onto the balls of your feet. You clenched your teeth together for a moment before relaxing your jaw and looking up at Ares. 

“Would you like to fight me?” You asked simply, folding your hands in front of you. Ares began to laugh, a deep guffawing laugh that had him bending backward and puffing it into the sky. Aphrodite tittered, pressing her fingers to her mouth and turning to the side as her laugh tinkled into the air. Even Athena smirked, though she didn’t say anything nor laugh, just a widening of her lips and a slight disbelief at your stupidity in her eyes. “Is there a problem?” 

“You have just asked to fight a REAL god of war, child, what am I to do other than laugh?” He replied, throwing his arms out and gazing at the crowd. 

“Careful, brother,” Hermes spat, but you just placed a hand on his arm, stoic expression not changing. 

“You could fight me,” you answered simply, beginning to tie your hair back. “Unless you do not believe in yourself, REAL god of war?” 

Ares snarled, baring his teeth at you before stepping back and throwing off his purple sash. It would only be a hindrance to his fighting ability. You smiled, broad and bright, and a longsword appeared in your hand. A glorious weapon, with a handle of white bone carved from a broken fang of Fenrir. The blade was black like onyx, but fashioned from the strongest metal the dwarves could find and forge in Nidavellir. It was your favourite. You spun it in your hand lazily, inspecting it for a moment before turning to look back at Ares. Your eyes flashed blue, so quickly that if anyone had blinked they would have missed it. Then, with a smile so gentle you seemed you could never hurt a fly, you attacked. 

It took you no more than five minutes to have Ares on the floor, your sword pointed at his throat. You were swift like wind, clanging your sword against his before twisting around him and kicking the back of his knee and then the other to flip him over as he fell. Not a hair out of place, you smiled down at him, pressing the point just a little into the skin of his throat before pulling it away completely and sending it back to Asgard. Ares stared up at you with eyes so wide you thought they would pop out of his head. He was winded, puffing on the floor as he tried to figure out where he was, what had just happened. 

“How did you…” Hermes stared at you, mouth wide open. 

“I told you! I’m good at strategy. He is cocky, and he underestimated me. He believed I was being cocky, and thought that when I saw him with his sword I would be apprehensive. He did not expect a swift beginning attack, nor did he believe I would risk trying to go for an obvious place like the back of the knees. To know your opponent is to be able to defeat them. Simple.” You smiled at Hermes, shrugging and turning away from the crowd to venture around the flower display and find one you hadn’t seen yet. 

Ares sat up, Aphrodite gulped, and Athena turned away, walking off. The entire group began to whisper about what they had just witnessed, the story spreading to all the gods and spirits quicker than a wildfire. They slowly dispersed, leaving Ares on the floor with Aphrodite gently patting his shoulder in a sad attempt at comfort (which he shoved off as he stood and stormed away). 

Poseidon watched all this and waited until he had walked back to his throne to let himself smile. He leaned back and replayed the fight in his mind, chuckling at the way you had stomped on the back of Ares’ knee with your delicate shoes. Oh he was absolutely enthralled by this goddess, and he didn’t even know your name yet…

Taglist: @josxkl1m

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[acesbelovedwife]

Stormy night

Ace, Luffy and Sabo reacting to you being scared of the storm!

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He was on his way to his room as he heard sniffles through your door, he knocked asking are you okay. After not getting any answer he just opened the door to find you laying under your covers trembling from fear...

Ace:

・he would be confused af, you were fine just a while ago

・im 100% sure the first thing he would do is go into cuddle mode

・this man has a golden retriever energy, you can't change my mind

"Are you ok? What happened?" He asked while keeping you close, he wasn't getting any answer but he decided to just leave it wanting you to calm down first. Then a thunder struck making you cry louder while trying to hide yourself more.

・he would finally get the idea

・i feel like he would run his fingers through your hair while talking to you about literally anything to calm you down

・it would work, most of the things Ace would talk about would be his stupid stories from his childhood which would make you laugh

・HE WOULD NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE STORM STOPS AND HE'S 100% SURE YOU'RE ALRIGHT

・actually, he would leave at all, he would probably just fall asleep on you

・its not like it's a bad thing, his cuddles are amazing. He's your personal heater

Luffy:

・confused and concerned

・hes an idiot

・Luffy is also all about physical touch so yes, the first thing he would do is wrap his hands around you multiple times

・wouldn't really know what to do

He was suffocating you, you could barely breathe at this point he was holding you so tight. When he realized seeing you choke on your tears he loosened his grip "what's wrong y/n?"

・he would sound like a sad puppy (if that makes sense)

・i don't think he knows how to talk about problems but when it comes to cheering up people he's the perfect one for that job

・he would try to make you laugh

・saying stupid jokes

・making weird faces, just like he did when nami was sick

・it would work, he's just too cute

・if you would tell him that you're scared of the storm he would probably laugh

・not in a mean way tho, he would laugh at the fact that from all those scary things you guys are facing everyday you're scared of thunder

"Ni shi shi~ Don't worry y/n, I'll protect you!" He would laugh while hugging you close. He would just keep you close all night

・no he's not leaving

・be ready to wake up tangled in his limbs

Sabo:

・he has the most common sense out of all these three

・he would immediately know what's going on after he comes into room. You hiding under your blanked and trembling while there's a storm outside should be enough evidence that you're scared of it

・i think he wouldn't go straight to hugging he wouldnt want to make you uncomfortable, he would just pet your hair

You felt his hands ho through your hair calming you down, but when the lightning struck your hands would immediately reach out to Sabo and pull him under the covers with you.

・he would be shocked and flustered at first but he wouldn't mind at all!

・your grip would tighten around him whenever the lightning struck so he would whisper to your ear "it's ok I'm here" everytime calming you down

・he wouldn't leave unless you tell him to

・he would give you a kiss on your forehead saying "goodnight" as you fell asleep

This was my first time writing a headcon (if it's called that way) I hope I did well! It was also my first time writing Sabo so I hope you guys like it (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) Let me know if I should write some other characters! I hope you enjoyed reading~

I want to give them all a smooch I love them so much  ⁠(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

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[gayometer]

Can i request the such happiness in a dull place where the little reader is just so amazed at the war and battle stories ( obvi taking the violent stuff out) that odin and thor have with them being warriors. I can just imagine odin and thor silently trying to one up each other and loki just being riddled with jealously in the background. Thanks.

We're informing them! (They're flexing)

My bitch being jealous, what a sight man

Also not Odin's crusty ass trying to one up his son-

He was pleasantly surprised that you actually had an interest in his storys, so as the God of Thunder and the biggest warhead with stories longer then his hair, he started telling you.

Sure, he took away the violence and mightve shortened them to some degree but the most important points are still there.

Thor doesn't comment that he's trying to one up Odin, he is, but he isn't gonna admit it.

"Back in my day" ok no, he doesn't actually say that (but it would be funny if he did), he denies he tries to one up Thor, he just has more battle experience ya know?

Odin has told you plenty if stores, even the one about the wall and the horse, he lied about the distraction tho, but your laugh was worth it.

Even Hunnin and Munnin join in to this stuff, they find it amusing that such a sweet soul is so interested in war stories.

Odin has unofficially made war stories your bed time stories.

Look a lil closer and you might see the steam come out of his ears and head.

Thor says it's his brain damage

Don't get me wrong, he does enjoy seeing two ancient ass beings (mostly Odin) one upping each other, to him it looks like a petty human game.

He'll never say that out loud tho-

Loki has told you some stories of him causing trouble cause he was bored, he was surprised that you found them funny and not irritating. It was a nice lil suprise to him.

Not me coming back from the bed-

Writers block is a bitch

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv loki #ror loki #snv odin #ror odin #snv thor #ror thor

[linnealikescoffee]

HAIIIIIIII!

So could I please have some dating and wedding headcanons with Sebastian, Ash, and your version of Lucifer from our rp? <3

Thx so much luvvie, you're the best! >w<

Hai! Of course luv<3 @spade-writes-things

Kuroshitsuji Dating+Wedding Headcanons!

Characters featured:

-Sebastian Michaelis

-Ash Landers

-Lucifer (Kuroshitsuji OC)

Sebastian

Dating:

Dating Sebastian would surely be one hell of a ride

Be prepared to have him be really, and I mean really protective over you, after all, you're just a fragile human

He'd actually show alot of affection and love around you

My guy is really romantic! He'd do anything to keep you happy, take you out to the finest dates and places etc.

Sebastian would always be awake before you to prepare you a nice breakfast

He'd remember every little thing you tell him and ever told him - sometimes it's scary that he knows what you say before you even do so

He'd not be huge on gift giving but on your birthday and other occasions, he always makes sure it's personal and has a meaning to it

Calls you love or darling

He prefers to big spoon you

long. slow. kisses.

Wedding:

Black themed wedding all the way

Would even teach Bard how to bake a Wedding cake (He'd fail, so Sebastian bakes it last minute)

You'd have silver engagement rings that would be adorned with small black gemstones

small wedding, guests would be Ciel , Meyrin (she'd be so jealous of you), Bardroy, Finnian, Tanaka (who would do the ceremony ) and Lizzie.

Lizzie would adore how cute you look and tell you atleast 50 times that night

Oh yes, you'd marry at night

Sebastian would be MESMERISED by your look

Ciel:" My two best servants are getting married "

Lizzy: "Isn't that just adorable Ciel?"

Ciel:" I suppose it is, but don't you dare to let your work go down just because of this marriage"

Ash Landers

Dating:

phew- how will I start with him?

He's overly religious, you know that, so if you aren't...Good luck-

he's a yandere .

Your his posession.

"My little Dove"

Sees you as art, can't believe how a mortal being can be so beautiful

Reminds you of your beauty alot (Will get angry if you doubt yourself)

He can be manipulative tho- (he just wants to protect you from all the evil in the world)

He'd only be intimate with you if he knows he is truly into you (he's shy, ok?)

He wouldn't be one for dates, he'd rather have him and his partner be alone and talk

He can't stand to see you cry and he will "purify" everyone that has ever harmed you

forehead kisses. back rubs.

He literally worships you

He'd pray every night that you aren't just a dream, but in fact his

Let's you play with his hair

He loves to make you gifts

Wedding:

White themed, white dress, white cake, white flowers

He'd gift you a bouquet of white roses

Your rings would be golden with a lilac gemstone

religious wedding

His kiss would be soft and gentle almost holding the promise of having you forever

Big wedding, he'd invite all your relatives and every angel he had ever been close to

Lucifer

Dating:

He is really affectionate, always has to hold you or tell you how much he loves and needs you

A goofball during some intimate moments tho-

He'd read you stories or sing to you when you can't fall asleep

Kissing along your jawline>>>

He's the little spoon, even demons need some love

Calls you his Lady, despite the contract, he'd do absolutely anything to make you happy

He loves seeing you smile for him, it makes him feel human

Please teach my man how to control emotions,he will literally be so confused on why suddenly he feels so jumpy when he's around you

gets excited very easy

physical touch>>>

Has a habit of scooping you up and carrying you around

His favorite activity with you would be picking flowers and laying in the gardens with you, handcrafting crowns

"My Queen"

he'd teach you how to fight in case he can't protect you at one point-

At some point he'd believe he has a heart, he just adores you so much

Wedding:

He'd love for you to wear a red dress

would pick up a bunch of flowers from the gardens to gift you a flower crown

Undertaker would have made his suit (they're besties)

Verrryyyy expensive rings, only the best for his lady

He would want you to become immortal after this, he can't be without you (he would NEVER eat your soul)

He would cry on your wedding day when he sees you walking up to him

Kisses really passionate and longing

He loves you.

Not proofread but I hope you enjoy!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis headcanon #ash landers #Ash landers x readers #Ash landers fluff #Sebastian michaelis fluff #black butler fluff #black butler oc

[yarrystyleeza]

Ok actually I didn't have to think long, lol.

What would your ideal first date with Mikey (aka our favorite Irish mob daddy) consist of??? 👀

I am really really REALLY sorry it took me (5) months to finish this piece, a lot of stuff was going on (my life was a complete mess, still tho). But since it's Valentine's day, I HAD to post something, and what's better than a date with Mikey for a Valentine's gift?

Something else I had to say, is that I had no idea how to write HCs—which is the vibe that I got from your ask (hehe), so, I improvised, and made up a whole story of what would your first date with Mikey would be (with a back story as well).

That being said, let's jump right into the act! And thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, for submitting this request and for your patience, please enjoy! 💖💖💖

It's Always Raining In Dublin (M.K)

Requested by @loveroftoomanyfandoms

Pairing and dynamic: Michael Kinsella x female!reader (reader is a bookshop owner), strangers to friends (?) to lovers

Prompt: fluff, first date goes wrong but then perfect, rain, rain, and more rain.

Word Count: 4.3k!

Writer's note: this was supposed to be finished back in September, which was five months ago, but I was struggling for a while with both a terrible writer's block and life and then BOOM I got the inspiration to finish it. Also, this is the very first time I ever write anything for Michael, so I'm a little nervous, I hope it's good enough though.

(I proofread this almost a thousand times WITH my bestie as well, so if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or the lexical content, we were really exhausted and couldn't see shit—we're sorry T-T).

It was a rainy morning when you truly met him, it rained almost everyday in Dublin but that day was a core memory. You had just unlocked the door of your little bookshop and started to sort things out before your costumers arrive.

Usually, your first client doesn't show up before nine-thirty in the morning, which gives you spare time to dust off the shelves and pick up a big cup of coffee from the nearby coffeeshop down the street—in this never-ending autumn.

That morning was no different. It was pouring heavily but you're used to opening your shop on rainy days, it's always raining in Dublin anyway, and if you had to take each rainy day off—you'd end up with a couple of fingers on your hands as you count the days you worked on per year.

You were organizing the children's books section when you heard the sweet chime of the little bell hanging on your front door. It was barely eight and you happened to just finished your coffee and breakfast, getting ready to start your day. But it began earlier than you expected it to.

Your costumer was a man, you assumed he was in his early forties, maybe for the dark thick beard that covers most of his face. His face was strangely familiar to you, you just couldn't exactly remember when it was when you saw him.

But you're sure that this was the prettiest face of a man you've seen in a while. His greenish hazel brown eyes sparkled like a kaleidoscope with a hint of an exquisite permanent-sadness, and his flushed skin and dampened hair glistened due to the torrent outside.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat for a moment before you could clear it to speak.

"good morning, sir, how may I help ya today?" you faced him fully and your skirt swirled—following your motion with a swoosh in the air, you catch him glance down at it for a second before returning his eyes on you.

"I... The book ye suggested ta me the other day..." he starts gently and the memory comes back rushing immediately. You remember that warm tone, you had indeed met this gentleman before.

A week ago, he came over to your shop and you recall how lost he was in his search for the perfect book to read. And you, being a bookworm, and also the owner of this little corner bookshop— you had to help him. You gave him a suggestion for a book out of his box—out of his comfort readings.

And from the gentle look on his face, you suppose that he liked it.

"I'was grand," the man smiles softly and the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, you find yourself grinning back at him.

"Ye finished it quickly!" you commented in excitement and he looked a bit puzzled, a smile softly drawn on his lips with a little crease of confusion. It was adorable.

"I mean—I'm glad t'was grand that ya finished it quickly." He lipped a silent "oh" before his cheeks burn red as he smiled and his eyes almost disappeared.

"Are ya here for another book?" you asked when the silence fell on the place, raindrops kept knocking on the glass front nonstop, music to your ears with this handsome man smiling and radiating joy to your eyes.

"Ye can say that..." his voice was quiet but you can hear it in this downpour noise, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, and it was impossible for you to not aw at it.

"How about we go with somethin' even newer for today?" you suggested, he nods to the side with a little smile, you walk and he follows you down the aisle.

"Romance or crime and mystery?" you stop at the novels sections, "pride and prejudice, I guess ya must've heard of it before," you pick the book off the shelf, he gently takes it from your hand and examines the cover thoroughly with his amber eyes, and he looked so interested.

"Or, we can go with Agatha Christie's illustrious murder on the orient express," you take the book and hand it to him, "or... Take a whole new genre and check Mary Shelley's horror Frankenstein? It's one of me favorites," you hand him the third book after strolling down the aisle a little more.

The man looked puzzled now, he seemed interested in each one of these books. But you patiently wait for him to speak.

"Have ya made up yer mind yet, sir?" you ask.

He shrugged with a sigh, raising his brows high, "they all look grand— can't lie t'ye," he answered.

"They are— but I can make ya an offer, I'll give ya the three books with the price of one and a half—and in return, ye're gonna write me a review of each book to add to me list of reviews and suggestions here on me wall," you tilt your head to the side, eyeing his beautiful features and almost forgetting you were waiting for his answer.

"Tha' seems grand ta me," he chuckled.

"I'm glad it is!" you walk him back to the cashier check, you get back behind your computer to scan the books and add in the discount.

"That'll be 18.46 after the discount," you lean against the wooden surface with your arms supporting you up.

He nods and hands you the money. "There ya go--" you're about to hand him the change. He shook his head, "no, keep tha change, miss..." he cuts you off gently, looking down at the little pin with your name on it.

You tell him your name to catch his eyes back up and he nods with a little smile, "Michael." he says, only taking the receipt and the paper bag of books.

He turns and makes his way to the front door, "Michael?" you loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He stops and turns with a puzzled face, "thanks fer the tip," he smiles and you can see the blush on his face a mile away. He leaves and you watch him take a turn to the right before he disappeared under the northern downpour.

The next week, Michael shows up at your shop's door on a Saturday afternoon, a big smile drawn on his face. You were dealing with a little kid trying to choose a book, you turn to see him and he immediately waves at you, a little sweet grin splits the darkness of his thick beard. "Ya can take the book now, pet, momma's gonna send me the money later, 'kay?" The two of you watch the little kid waddle out of the shop.

"Sorry t' interrupt yer work," he says as he crossed the distance between you. You shake your head, "at all, Michael. How was yer read? Which book did ya read first?" you asked, leaning against the shelves.

He smiled wider when you said his name, almost startled to speak. "Um, the-- the mystery one, murder on the orient express," he answered.

"And did ya like it?" you ask him again with enthusiasm and butterflies crowding your lungs. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh and an apologetic smile. "Ya don't seem like ya liked it, did ya?" you chuckled.

He scrunched his nose and tilts his head to the side, "the ending was unexpected at all ta be honest with ya," he shrugs.

You nodded and hummed to his answer, "Christie is never expected, that's why we love her," he nods back.

You notice the two paper cups of coffee he held in his hand when the smell of freshly baked-and-brewed coffee beans hits your nostrils. You were so confused why you never noticed it before, maybe you were distracted by Michael's presence as a whole, or his always-glistened ambers if you were specific. Michael notices the confused smile on your face. "I— thought I should bring ye coffee, as a thank ya."

Your smile grows with a blush as he hands you a cup, "thank ya, Michael, that's truly sweet of ya," you coo, his face blushes and shyly drops his eyes to the ground.

The sky thunders and you nearly jumped out of your place, both of you stare at the other and you burst out laughing. "Did that scare ya off, pet?" Michael asked with a worried smile, you kept giggling.

"Not really but... It was... Unexpected?" you answer after taking a deep breath.

"Like Christie?" he chuckled, you burst out laughing.

"Like Christie."

The weeks turned into months and Michael began to show up more and more often, and you eagerly waited every morning to see his shiny hazel eyes and his beautiful smile, one that you keep daydreaming about until he steps into your shop with two hot cups of coffee.

He turned from a regular client—to be a resident of this little bookshop. Michael started to stay in with you and help you organizing and monitoring the place—he would even help the little kids in choosing their books, too.

Once, you found him sitting on the oak floor, the little boys and girls gathered and sat around him, while he narrated a children's book. Your heart melted at the sight, and luckily that wouldn't be the last time.

The kids would come into your shop asking you if uncle Michael was there to read for them; Michael was now a part of your place, and you're happy to have someone like him to keep your company.

One evening —after three months of seeing each other daily— when the sky was cloudy and the sunset light was becoming less visible. The weather broadcast had warned about an upcoming rainstorm tonight—so you had to call it a night and leave.

You made sure everything was in the right place and order before you left. You put your autumn coat on and stuff your phone inside your purse. You take the keys out and you make your way towards the exit. Michael was waiting for you by the front door. Both of you get out of the shop and you turn to lock it up.

Michael calls your name gently in a tone barely louder than a whisper before you head on your way home and it makes your stomach churn in the most beautiful way.

You turn to look at him, he's shifting in his place, hands stuffed inside his leather jacket pockets and face all flustered and burning red. "Can I walk ye home tonight? It's a lil' darker than usual, I'd be worried 'bout ye, pet," he asks, voice so desperate. Your heart skips a beat—but it comes back pounding.

Your smile doesn't leave your face and it starts to hurt your cheeks. "Sure thing, Michael, I'd love to," you nodded, he grins and his eyes crinkle and his orbits shine.

The sky darkens but you could still see the perfect smile on Michael's face, little raindrops started sliding against your skins and it was a scene out of a painting, so magical and calm.

You make it to your place and you exchange goodbyes. You watched him walking down the concrete path and disappeared behind the brick wall.

You made your way to your doorstep, almost taking your keychain out when Michael calls out your name, you turn to face him, he's all soaked in water but his beautiful grin never left his face.

"Can I take ya out fer dinner tomorrow night?" your jaw dropped and your head screamed 'yes, yes, yes'.

"Yes! Yes, y'can, Michael!" you could barely make out his silhouette as your grin almost shut your eyes. He's almost jumping in his place, he sighs with a big smile.

"I'll pick ya up tomorrow at seven, is that grand fer ya, pet?" he shouts.

"Of course, Mikey!" you shouted back.

You walked into the warmth of your house soaked and giggly, you ran upstairs straight to your bedroom to plan an outfit, you didn't care about messing up the carpet, you'd deal with that later.

You quickly made up your mind about a floral day dress you had bought recently and you recall thinking of Michael while buying this dress.

You guess he's going to love it, he usually complimented you when you wore dresses and let your hair down and that's what you're going to do.

You took the next Sunday morning off as you started to prepare yourself for the date, pampering yourself with all the skin and hair care products you can find in your house.

You wanted to look perfect for him.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, making up the scenarios of your evening. Where will he take you out? Is it a fancy restaurant or a local diner? What would he bring you? Flowers definitely, he's a flower-gifting man, as you realized, it was definitely his way of showing affection. He brought flowers every couple days for the shop.

Now it's nearing seven and you happened to just finished your look. You put on your dress and you fix your hair, adding a little floral accessory to the side of your braided bangs. You looked stunning, you hoped that you'd give the same impression to Michael.

The doorbell rings as you slipped into your heels, you look at your mirror for the very last time tonight before opening the door. He looked so fine though he wore his shirt and trousers casually with his leather jacket. You could kiss him already.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours for a brief moment before he exhaled with a stunned smile. "Y—ya look magical, pet," he breathed out and it made you turn completely red.

"I tried me best..." you shyly drive your eyes away and tuck a stray strand back behind your ear.

"Y'don' even have ta try, love, ye're always lookin' good," he shyly says and you could see his cheeks prickling red as he drove his eyes down to his shoes.

"I um... Brought ya these," he revealed a bouquet from behind his back, it was of red roses. It matched your dress perfectly. His head tilted to the side with a smile as he handed it to you.

"They're so wonderful, Mikey, loved them, thank ya," you take the bundle. "Ya look great too, Mikey, loved yer shirt," you had to compliment him, he deserved it.

His face reddened beneath his beard, "thanks, love."

"Ye're ready, aren't ya, love?" he asked with a smile.

"I am, let me get me purse and coat first—"

He shook his head, "take yer time, pet," he countered.

You turn behind the door and take your coat off the hanger. Sliding inside it, you take your purse, grab an umbrella and widen the little crevice of the door to pass outside.

Michael hesitantly held your hand but when he noticed how you instantly wrapped your palm around his—he intertwined his fingers with yours, with no plans on letting go.

You walked down to the main street where Michael tried to stop a taxi for the two of you. "We don't have to take it," you stopped him with a gentle hand on his back, he was a little confused, "I'd prefer walking with ya, Mikey," you explained yourself. A big smile breaks the darkness of his beard and you could swear he beams at you.

As you strolled down the concrete path, the sky thundered vigorously, the voice rumbled and echoed in the air, and it wasn't long before it started dropping tears upon the two of you.

You could see Michael's face turning dark, he cursed under his breath, you rubbed a pat onto his bicep, and pulled the umbrella over your heads, offering him a soft smile. He smiled back but you still felt how uneasy he was.

"It's okay, Mikey, I love walkin' in the rain," you comment, and that kinda eases the tension of his demeanor.

The walk is silent, and you could still feel him timid as you held his forearm, you know he can't control the weather, but you don't really mind if it's sunny or gloomy, as long as you are with Michael, it's all what matters to you.

The two of you made it to the restaurant, and Michael's face turned even darker. A sign on the glass door reads 'electricity outage, sorry for disturbing' was hung on the glass door. You turn to look at Michael, his eyes are glaring with fire.

The receptionist types something on his phone and sticks it to the glass, "it's coming back in a few minutes, we're working on the issue, we truly apologize for such occurrence... See, Mikey? We can wait a few more minutes," you smiled back at him, but Michael wasn't really buying it.

He gulped and closed his eyes, huffing out a stream of hot air. "It's okay, Mikey, we can go somewhere else if ya don' wanna wait..." you suggested.

He shook his head, "no, I booked us a table in there a week ago and I ain't takin' ya anywhere less than that!" he tried to remain calm but his tone was getting angrier, "I can't let this day go wrong like tha'!" he expressed, wiping his mouth and tugging onto his beard, something you noticed he does whenever he feels tensed.

You rubbed his bicep and squeezed it a little, your hand unconsciously walk up to his face and you scratch his thick beard. He smiles a little, but his eyes are glistened with tears like glass balls.

Things weren't going his way, for years and years, and today he wished he could finally do something he wanted. You didn't mind if you got the chance to dine at the restaurant or took your date home, what you only cared for was Michael's presence with you. But to him, it seemed like today too is going wrong and he has no clue how to fix it.

And you truly hated to see Michael angry or sad, he doesn't deserve to feel any of that. He's a sweetheart, he never put you down, so you have to keep him up.

"Have I told ya about the one time I almost died?" you ask him, and he clearly shifts demeanor to your question, you hide a smile waiting for his answer. Your ways might be effective after all.

He shook his head with knitted brows, you nodded and hummed. "Well, that day, I was picking up coffee from the shop I'm a regular for," you start, and you notice him directing all his being to you, "that day, me favorite waiter wasn't there to get me order, and another one got it," you leant onto the glass, after getting closer to him so the umbrella would cover the two of you better.

"But, when me order arrived, it was a wrong one, and I was really mad, I told the waiter to change it, but he couldn't, they can't give the drink to someone else and they're not allowed to throw it away," you got closer, and Michael was so integrated into the story.

"So I had to accept it, but I was still so angry at that, I wasn't seeing things clearly, and I was crossing the street and a car almost hit me!" you tell animatily, Michael was shocked.

"Ya didn't hurt yerself pet, did ya?" he was worried and you loved his face when he was.

You huffed a chuckle and shook your head, "I didn't hurt meself, and didn't spill me coffee either, and when I arrived to the bookshop and took a sip of it, I discovered that it was so much better than me regular order," you shrugged, Michael smiled but he wanted to know more, "and now it's me new regular."

Suddenly, the lights came back, as the night had already fallen. Michael's face lit up a little and you grinned to that. You walk into the place and the receptionist leads you to your table with plenty of apologies. Michael helps you into your seat and settles down his, released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

You reach out for his hand across the table, pulling him out of the cloud forming over his head. "It's okay, Mikey... We're inside now," you offer him a smile, he smiles back, you rub his knuckles with your thumb.

A waitress approaches your table with a note in hand, Michael took a deep breath and looked up at her. She asks for your dinner of choice. You look at Michael, informing him that you want him to order for the two of you, that you want what he wants.

"Two Seared Scallops with Pomegranate and Meyer Lemon," Michael answered after taking a glance at the menu then you. You nodded with a smile.

The waitress nods and takes her way back to the kitchen. Michael smiles at you, but his face drains of all blood when he sees the waitress approaching your table with an apologetic smile. "We truly apologize, sir and ma'am, but we're out of scallops and they won't be arriving today. Ye're gonna have ta change yer order," she tries to break the news as gentle as possible.

Michael is frustrated, his thick brows are firmly knitted over his gentle eyes, you caught them lose their shine, and you had to do something about it.

"It's fine, we can have steak, mashed potatoes, and wine, right Michael?" you had to give him a choice too. He looks up at you, you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile. He nods.

"Alright, two steaks... How d'ya like yer steak, ma'am?" the waitress asks. "Medium well," she nods to your answer and turns to look at Michael.

"And how d'ya like yer steak, sir?" you sneak your hand and place it on his, sending a supportive smile his way. He respires, "same as hers." he answers.

The waitress nods and walks back to the kitchen once again. You turn to face Michael, "I wouldn't mind if we never ate here, I just enjoy sitting with ya, Mikey," you hold his hand, he almost sobs, you reach out for his other hand, now fondling both of them. "It's you Michael, I ain't here fer the fancy dinner or the expensive wine, I'm here fer ya Mikey baby."

He finally smiles. "Thank you, pet," he whispers. You shake your head, "t's notin', Mikey."

Another waiter arrives with a tray of wine and globular glasses. The waiter pours your glass first and turns to pour Michael's—when he accidentally smacks your glass and he spills it onto your dress.

You hiss at the sudden cold wetness, trying your best not to curse or cry—because you too feel the world isn't working its best way with you today.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to stop the tears from forming.

The waiter keeps apologizing, and you already know how Michael's reaction might be without even opening your eyes and looking at him.

But you can't let this day go bad, you still have a chance to fix it, you can make it 100% better with your reaction, you can stop the chain of bad occurrences.

You open your eyes and look up at the waiter, "it's alright I... I just need a towel..." he rushes back to the kitchen. You grabbed a napkin off the table and tried to absorb the wine spilled on your dress.

"Tha' fuckin' idiot..." Michael curses.

You chuckle, "it's okay, Mikey, me dress is red, it won't change notin', I'll be fine."

Once you made sure most of the dampness was gone, you readjusted yourself in front of Michael, wearing a beaming smile on your pretty face.

His eyes fondly meet yours and you're flustered, looking down at the silverware displayed on the table.

"How are ya like tha'?" Michael asked, resting his cheek in his palm. You looked up at him, and he's got the sweetest smile you've ever seen him doing. His eyes beautifully sparkled to the golden lights of the candles.

"Like what?" you answer with a question. He gestures at you with his chin.

"How're ya such a beam of light?" you turn red at his question, "how are ya, after all tha', still smilin' and tryin' ta make it work?"

"Well," you swallowed with a smile, "bad things won't stop happenin' t'ya, Mikey love, that's somethin' ya should keep in mind, but they can't stop ya from looking at the bright side of it all." Michael furrowed in participation.

"Y'know? I'll never get a chance ta make that day perfect more than it is now," you simply say, "and if I would get a chance ta fix anythin', I wouldn't, because it's already going perfect f'me."

The two of you spend the rest of the evening on nibbling and chattering. Your dress was now cold and sticking to your thighs but you didn't mind, the food turned stale and cold but you didn't care; as long as it was Michael with you, you didn't mind anything else in the world.

Michael pays for the dinner and accompanies you to the exit. The two of you look outside, the rain is heavily pouring over the city, and it's loud enough you could hear it from behind the glass door.

You turn to look at him, he smiles and nods, pushing the door and escorting you with an arm wrapping you to his side.

You step into the street under the rain and you're immediately showered. You snicker, holding Michael's hand and looking at him, your eyes asking him to join you. Michael giggles as he follows you, now holding the two of your hands softly as the skies decanted its whole heart on the two of you.

"Y'know ya can't wait for the rain ta stop. It's always raining in Dublin anyway, Mikey." you whisper, he smiles and cradles your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss, warming your hearts under the cold downpour.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

#yarrystyleeza #michael kinsella #charlie cox #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella fanfic #michael kinsella fluff #fic request #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #yuna's sleepover #kin amc

[oceanlipgloss]

These 4-71+ battles are tickling my temper

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I understand that the battles should be harder because the story is progressing, but my God, all in moderation. I'm stuck on 4-78 now and man, it's NOT fun. The battles are annoying and they're longer than my lifespan and there are 45+ angels at least and 60+ at most and they don't die fast and there are no means for proper distribution of team members and everyone in my team is popping to death and

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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16.1.2024

edit 1: you. I want to squeeze your eyeballs out with my fingernails and feed them to Shrek

edit 2: I have no idea how many times I've repeated this godforsaken battle since yesterday, I believe, but I just finally beat it with half my team dead, and Satan on the brink of death now onto the next nightmare

edit 3: MWAHAHAHA HERE COMES 4-79 WITH 66 ANGELS! FIRE ATTRIBUTE UNFAVOURABLE! Andre nooooo this is gonna suck

edit 4: just as expected. Screw u and ur eyeballs, angels🖕🏼

edit 5: at this point I'm just admiring the chibis. Look at his little handdddd I want to fluff his hair too, it's so curly and cute

edit 6: and look at the puffy sleeves and tiny boots pls change them in your sprite version and tiny teddies if you can look past the pic quality and pls just look at how big the teddy bear on his head is in comparison to his body. Leraye's chibi model is one of the cutest lol

edit 7: he angy. Me too, bby, me too. I am once again saying that I love him Sneak a peek at that small hand <3 'that angel! Kill it!'

edit 8: almost won with 7 angels left but then Satan was out and idk whether to feel upset because Satan died on me when his ultimate meter was just about maxed out (so he would've rid me of the remaining angels) or feel hopeful because I killed 59 angels/66 and almost made it to the end with most of my team still intact...

edit 9: lost again with 2 angels left this time BECAUSE SATAN DIED ON ME AGAIN

edit 10: I stopped trying my hand at the battle. I just do not have the energy to deal with it anymore for now. I'll stick to doing daily tasks for tonight. I love collecting the rewards lol

edit 11: I'm bored. I may or may not think I'm going to buy 30 keys with pancakes to actually SPEND this time. Not for hoarding. The pancakes are bountiful, the anticipation is a pleasant kind of fun definitely not shading the battles, and I might get something of use to me, so...here we gooooo

edit 12: OH MY GOD BEEL BEEL AND YELLOW SPARKLES ON THE PULL SCREEN I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSSS AAAAAAAAAAH LEMME SEE

edit 13: he really finally came home this time🫶🏼he's so beautiful <3 I also adore the 'I am everywhere and nowhere. But when you're around, I think it's okay to stay.' I didn't quite expect a line like that—it sounds poetic and romantic to me. I'm going to try my best to unlock his story. I can't wait to see what having him in Secret Club would be like too, obviously

edit 14: the glee, the gleeeeee lol my love transcended the screen This pull also gave me Eligos, he's so cute (edit: tf is that ultimate, bro? It's on par with his description from before the game was launched, but ok) And through a greater key pull earlier today gotta get pancakes I got Glasyalabolas, I love himmm his chibi and coffin look so extra, too lol but Ronové, when is it going to be your turn?

edit 15: I don't believe it. I PASSED. Only Satan and Mammon survived, but Beel's ultimate is a banger. The wonders he would do at level 89...

edit 16: screechers and spike-shitters again! Hallelujah also wow Leviathan sent his guys to kidnap MC. Meaning she will meet him soon, meaning I might get to see Glasyalabolas soon lol I AM EXCITED just let me make it past even one of these horrific battles first

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17.1.2024

edit 17: Beel's expressions in Secret Club GOD I KNOW YOU DON'T APPROVE OF ME PLAYING THIS GAME BUT HELP ME My God my God my God my—

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18.1.2024

edit 18: no but his thighs tho kinda want to hug them like a koala bear just him in general <3

edit 19: Valefor's H-scene CG looks edible, no? watch Tumblr flag this I wonder if his scene will come first and next one would be Leviathan's. And if I tell you how much I'm looking forward to interactions with Leviathan, and to his H-scene...

edit 20: would you look at that! What perfect timing. The difficulty is probably going to stay hellish hardcore, more so with the one lvl 89 L card of mine, but still, does this mean that I may have a sliver of a chance? It's better if I don't hope too much that I'll make it out of Chapter 4 any time soon tho. I will have to do the best I can to avoid spoilers

But PrettyBusy is amazing, honestly—just as a good company should be—they listen to players, constantly try to integrate feedback and opinions into the gameplay, and come up with ideas to better it too. They fucked up bigtime with the Pancake Shop though, ngl. BECAUSE HOW TF AM I GOING TO STOCK UP ON KEYS AFTER IT GETS REMODELLED?

edit 21: they're helping us 'prepare' for the Attack of Kings event from now, aren't they? Pffff, like I didn't know the cards would be limited

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25.1.2024

edit 22: I stopped trying to get past that battle because first, it got too annoying and two, PB said that the difficulty of battles before Chapter 5 would be reduced in the latest update, so I waited, updated the game today, and... I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH EASIER THEY GOT. Honestly, I thought the difficulty would only be lowered a lick, but wow, it really was taken down a BIG notch fr fr. THANK YOU PB! I made it to Chapter 5, finallyyyyyy :D Also, Leviathan at the end of Chapter 4 made me really like him for the exact reason a number of people dislike him: his attitude and how he deals with MC. To be honest, everyone coddles her too much and blindly encourages her excessive tendencies, so there must be at least one person who sets boundaries and scolds her when she goes overboard—and that someone seems to be Leviathan (hopefully). I'm aware that he will end up feeling attracted to her at some point too, but he will obviously give her a hard time nevertheless and I'm all for it lol Anyways, I'm going to avoid spoilers like I avoid milk, yoghurt and cheese I hate almost everything dairy until I finish Chapter 5, so...yup!

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad diaries #what in “hell” is bad

[pnutxbttr]

dating cc!tommyinnit

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Notes; gender neutral themed

Sorry if it’s short, also sorry for not writing I’ve had horrible writers block :/ but hopefully I’m back and can start writing again !

Hope you enjoy <3

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This relationship is just a loving, eventful, chaotic mess

Sure he’s definitely softer off camera, but he’s still loud

And energetic

Will hype you up over everything

You poured a glass of water? He’s proud. You didn’t stub your toe on the doorway this time? He’ll give you a high-five

Wants to do/experience everything with you(not in that way you dirty wh-)

Always wants to do something

Do what exactly? Just.. something

Like I said he wants to experience everything with you, so if he’s doing something fun he hasn’t done before you best believe your ass is getting dragged into doing it

If you aren’t able to do something with him, he’ll just postpone it until you can

If he’s not able to postpone/cancel it, he’ll do it… but he won’t be happy ab it

Will definitely complain ab it for weeks

Will also demand attention to ‘make up for lost time’

Speaking of attention..

Mans loves it.

Any kind of it; whether it’s just simple as you smiling at him, holding hands, or full on wrap-around-eachother-suffocation-cuddling, he loves it

If you aren’t giving him attention he’ll just pester you till you do

He’s being annoying? Good. That’s the plan

If he’s actually bothering you tho he’ll chill out, he don’t wanna make you ✨uncomfy✨

But seriously this man wants to be the center of your attention

Like I said before, loves cuddling

He’s touch starved but look luck getting him to admit to that

He never exactly.. asks for cuddles he just sorta.. appears

And slowly Scooches towards you

And just kinda.. wraps himself around you

When you cuddle back he visibly relaxes

Loves when you play with his hair

He’ll fall asleep so fast like-

On the subject of attention.. there’s one more category id like to add

✨jealousy✨

He doesn’t mean to, he rlly doesn’t, and it doesn’t happen often

But when it does he’s a whole whiny, angry gremlin

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just thinks there’s people better then him(not that he’d admit it)

If he’s jealous he’ll just try to avert your attention to him

Example A - talking louder than the other person

Example B - bringing up something that you two have personally experienced. Obnoxiously.

He’ll try to keep your relationship private, but it rlly doesn’t work out tbh

He’ll intend to just tell a small story, and end up giving a complete rundown of what y’all did for the past week

Man’s rambles to much ab you(but it’s ok he’s cute or whateves)

You are, in fact, Wilbur Soot approved™️

All his friends like you, mostly because when you’re with him on call he’s calmer

‘Tommy Tamer’

He made a Minecraft world just for the both of you btw

Sometimes he’ll show his stream what y’all have built, mostly your builds/animals

The fans ship it, but not as much as Tommy

All in all, he loves you very much

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp x reader #mcyt #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit headcanon

[b3achysurfur]

I know I originally said in a comment at some point about how annoying the Logan war got (think it was in that post asking why we all suddenly backed off) but now I just find your posts humoring it's like "THIS LITTLE GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT-" and it's the most innocent picture of Logan.

Love seeing it nowadays (cuz it's funny), but you have a good point that he hasn't furthered the story yet but I feel like Red might change that soon. Hopefully. Also how we haven't had his backstory but that also might change too (we've got a hint in one episode where they fought his bullies, something about how his parents didn't want him and he fact that we've only seen his grandparents but not his actual parents says something....)

Anyways something I need to ask you! What are your opinions on the others, what you like about them or dislike, favorite moments and what not. I'm curious!

Sorry this may have been long!

SEE NOW YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MY HUMOR , THIS ACTUALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! THANK UUUUU A LOT

also UR SO GREAT FOR THE QUESTION YOU ASKED!! I love talking about everyone else

I’ll assess them in order of: ashlyn, aiden, taylor, tyler, ben (not by order of how much I like them or anything btw). Some sections are longer than others because I’m bias BUT ALSO BECAUSE I got tired of typing and realized there was wayyy tm to read. Sorry!!!! if you don’t wanna read all this I put a short summary all the way on the bottom + feel free to me ask me specific questions ! now let me talk your ear off

ASHLYN:

I really like ashlyn because she has the most potential out of everyone (and that’s not to say the other characters aren’t deep, because that’s the opposite of true but bae is the whole reason we’re here). I think she’s also really relatable in the sense that she doesn’t like interacting with people but she can easily take the leadership role when needed. like okay queen I see you. also I really enjoy the fact Red made her dislike aiden at first even though they have a side romance plot going rn. bc that’s how it would’ve been if they were real. ash would not just become chatty out of no where and fall head over heels for him. and I really appreciate the slowburn. Ashlyn’s also higher on my favorites list because I’m bias and we have the same hair length 😣 usually when characters have long hair, authors tend to let their hair flow a lot, but red put ts in braids 🙏 and ask anyone with long hair like that, their hair is up 99% of the time bc it’s annoying, hot, and (personally) GRABS ONTO EVERYTHING LIKE ITS A THIRD HAND. I have a lot of headcannons for ash just based on small character designs / aspects that not a lot of people really think about. She’s so interesting and I really just love her. And since I have positives, I’ll give one negative about her. In the beginning, Ashlyn was really hesitant to tell the group anything. I understand where she was coming from, and given Tyler’s reaction, I don’t blame her for keeping things to herself. But mannnn ts was so frustrating sometimes. it’s ok tho bc all good stories stress you out.

AIDEN:

omg guys it’s my favorite ever. I know aidens really popular already so I’ll try not to rant on about him forever but hes just the best 😣 but mans really does not gaf EVERR.

now I could rant on and on about how silly Aiden is and why he’s so misunderstood as a character, because he’s not crazy like at all and if anything he’s one of the smartest characters in sbg, but I’ll save if for a better time. Instead I wanna talk about how observant he is of Ben and ashlyn.

it’s cropping weridly, sorry. but aiden’s eyes are always watching the ones he cares about most. I feel like this has to do with the fact Ben cannot voice his concerns/opinions so aiden always has to glance at him to make sure he’s not missing any important signal. But I also think it has to do with his childhood (I don’t have fast pass or anything this is just based off of theories/analysis based on his character bc I do that a lot 🤒). Anyways, he has a specific way of comforting people that I think it’s rlly niche. He uses his hands and gets the person what he thinks they need. Like in the attached images he gets ashlyn fabric to squeeze and distracts her with light conversation, and he immediately offers to take a walk with Ben and get some fresh air. If a person refuses or asks him for space, he immediately obeys and doesn’t question their decision. He’s very trusting and understanding. He gives people room to make mistakes and gives them room to ask for help. I’m mainly bringing this up because it ties back to something I’m gonna talk about in Taylor’s section. I just think that this detail is so important to his character and we always brush over it. I don’t wanna say he doesn’t like physical touch, bc he’s always touching everything around him, but I like to think his main love language is acts of service. When you really look at it, his actions speak a lot louder than his bickering and it really helps display how much each character means to him individually. what elseee. He’s able to quickly adjust and assess situations (like when he attacked the phantom or pulled up ashlyn in the bus). He’s very quick to his feet and always needs to be interacting with something to keep his hands busy. Aiden just really don’t gaf 99% of the time (unless it’s Ben / ashlyn) and honestly that’s why I like him. He doesn’t take anything seriously or personally. clap it up for my hb. Also I notice the sbg fandom has a habit of doing it with everyone, but I feel like Aiden is always reduced to his impulsive behaviors and ‘crazy kid’ persona. please guys. look deeper into Aiden Clark. Instead of wasting your energy trying to defend a NERDY FREAK like Logan fields, you should study more on Aiden Clark and his complex character.

yes. do that. rn. You want to so badly. I know you do. Do it. Go reread sbg and focus on Aiden. wowwww. I know you want to. (I’m hypnotizing you btw) Or just ask me I can talk about Aiden (or really any character) alll day long. Ask me anything about anyone and I’ll tell you what I think with proof and evidence. yes. I just need to cut it short because I have to talk about everyone else to. But study Aiden Clark. do it. really. really. Right now. Go. Go. Now. PLUS Aiden’s probably the least likely to die because he’s to cool for that + he’s better than death and injury. YAAA!!! MAKE AIDEN CLARK UR FAV BC YOULL BE SAFE FROM ANGST 🎉

only thing I don’t like about Aiden gotta be his fashion sense sometimes (usually beginning S1). like WHAT R U WEARING MAN???? 🙁

TAYLOR:

okay now let me talk about my shnukums Taylor. I love her a lot but her and Tyler had very different childhoods regardless of the fact they were in the same situation.

We don’t know a lot about Taylor’s version of growing up, so a lot of the details are vague but everything I say is based off of observations and analyses I have personally made, so please take everything I say about Taylor’s backstory with a grain of salt and understand that no matter what, both twins were majorly affected by the passing of their father and illness of their mother.

At first i thought of Taylor was the more lucky one out of Tyler and Taylor when it came to their childhood. Yes she struggled, I knew that, but Tyler was under a lot of stress. But that’s when I realized that she suffered just as much. Although she didn’t need to sacrifice herself to help her family survive, like Tyler did, she went though the most loss. She lost her mother, father, and brother all overnight. One second they were all happy together and the next she was all alone. Physically, her mother and brother were still there, but they were both shells. Her mother isolated by grief and her brother isolated by responsibility. She was all alone. Yes Tyler did his best to support her, but at the end of the day, there wasn’t much he could do to change the situation. Taylor suffered a lot, and since people mostly focus on Tyler, we never really see Taylor’s POV of it all.

Now her backstory leads me into the fact Taylor is the most socially smart character in sbg. She is also the most observant and supportive. This is not to say others aren’t observant/supportive, like Aiden for an example, but she does it much differently. I would attach a picture here but I’m close to maxing out the photo limit and I want to save it for later.

Taylor is very good at reading the emotions of other characters. She is also very observant. Taylor is often the first to notice when a charater is uncomfortable, panicked, or harmed. For an example, she’s the first to notice Ashlyn’s fear back at the house. Unlike Aiden, Taylor is able to verbally let people know she is there for them. She comforts them through words and physical affection. Taylor is usually aware of how much support someone is in need of and the best way to display it for them specifically. For an example when Logan was getting bullied, she defended him against Tyler’s mean words and held his shoulder for reassurance. This same tactic would not work for ashlyn, and Taylor is aware of that. So, when ashlyn broke down about the struggles of being leader, Taylor comforted her through words and reassured her fears. Taylor opened up a space for ashlyn to be scared and share her burden. She was able to do all of this in only a couple of moments. This skills also becomes a werid quirk when she is able to sense Tyler’s condition in the hospital, but maybe that was just twin senses? 🤷‍♀️ idk

Taylor is also very aware of everyone around her. We know that she is very social and has a lot of friends and connections, but she also educates herself on the people she doesn’t interact with. Even if she doesn’t know a lot, she makes sure to acknowledge their presence at the very least.

What does her ability to read emotion have to do with her childhood? Well, Taylor basically lived with a shell of a family. Tyler was under constant stress, which made him prone to outbursts. Her mother was disabled by grief. Taylor was in a situation that made her feel like she had to take care of her family mentally. It was, to her, the least she could do. So, she was mentally mature from a very young age. Although having to hold the burdens of others constantly is very unhealthy, I’m not sure if she’ll crack because of it.

Taylor being very social and having a lot of friends is also another example of how she’s different from Tyler and how their shared childhood affected them differently. Tyler saw people as distractions while Taylor sees them as her means to keep living. Taylor lives off of other peoples energy, and she maintains the energy of other people by being a supportive beam for them. This is also why I’m okay with Taylor being shipped with others. She’s use to being around people and can form close bonds with others while still only viewing them as friends. Tyler cannot do the same. Taylor is in a position where she can expand her horizons into romantic relations if she was interested in doing so. That’s why I feel as though it’s okay (if that doesn’t make sense I’ll explain it again, but I tried to condense it down)

Something I don’t like about Taylor is that we haven’t gotten to see her brain in action yet. We know she’s the president of the robotics club , but we haven’t had the chance to see her charater support the story in any other way but socially and mentally. The story is only at 60 episodes though, and I’m sure we will see it eventually. Im just impatient and want to see women in STEM shine 😣😣 I wish I could talk about her more, but we barely know anything about Taylor as of right now. I will say it’s interesting how she told her and Tyler’s backstory, but only talked about how Tyler was affected and not herself. Interesting… I hope we learn more about her experiences and I hope I’m right 🙏 also CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE HOW PRETTY SHE IS??? UGHH I LOVE HER SMM

TYLER:

I feel like Tyler has been the topic of discussion for the past couple of months because his backstory was revealed and the end of S1 / beginning of S2 was all about him and his past, so I don’t have a lot to say that I haven’t already said. but I do really like Tyler. At first when he was in his jock era I was very , oh! about him. but he’s actually warmed up to me sooooo much since then. he’s so goofy I just want more interactions between him and Aiden. I think I good place to start is how much I HATE people shipping him with other members of the main cast. I talked about it a little in Taylor’s section, but him and Taylor had very different childhoods. Again, I’m not saying their father’s death and mother’s illness was not hard on the both of them, but Tyler was under a lot of pressure too. We know he isolated himself harshly, and stopped having fun all together. The way I look at it, everything, including living day-to-day, became a chore for Tyler. Ever since he was a little kid. His dad’s death changed his entire world overnight. He had to learn how to physically and mentally support everyone important to him, because if he couldn’t no one else would. Tyler had to learn everything about living life by himself as a baby just so everyone else could survive. He stopped having fun. Little kids find fun in everything. Tyler stopped himself from finding it. He didn’t do anything for himself anymore. He was almost like a empty shell doing automatic tasks so that his sister and mother could have space to grow, heal, and live. In a sense, it was self sacrifice (which he attempts again when he tells the group to leave him behind)

So when Taylor tells us that the main cast started to become an extension of the family he sacrificed himself for, it’s so heavy on his character. Especially because for once in a long time he started relating his ‘family’ back to joy and fun, not just safety and survival. That’s why it bothers me when people ship him with others. It’s so werid to imply he’d date any of the main cast when he sees them as his family. consider them blood-siblings if you gotta, but just stop shipping them. PLEAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE. otherwise I’ll eat your dog. thanks! also him being friends with the main cast at all is such a huge step for him. I don’t think Tyler has time to get involved with romantic relationships when he believes friends are a distraction. I know a lot of people go to romance when they want to express how strong a connection is between two characters, but you guys are forgetting that Tyler considering everyone as his friends is sooooo much more complex and deep compared to (for an example) Logan saying he considers everyone his friend. ANYWAYS ENOUGHHH!!! let’s move on.

I also wanna talk about this scene (I was to lazy to go find the original scene so the flashback is all you get). I never really realized how much ashlyn ordering Tyler around must’ve affected him. He literally spent his whole life making decisions and taking leadership and all of a sudden some random lil girl is over here telling him to stfu and sit his ass down. I would imagine as mad as he was, he probably felt a least a bit of relief. For once the responsibility wasn’t on him, at least not only on him. He could share his burden with others, and he wasn’t suffocated by being responsible for the lives of everyone else. We see this same struggle affect ashlyn, as she feels like being leader strangles her with the weight of guilt, paranoia, and responsibility. Imagine if Tyler had been the one to bare that weight after everything he’s already been through? he would’ve cracked, whether we like it or not. so let’s clap it up for ashlyn rq!!! yasss girl 😋 I know I’m rambling a lot about tyler but I know a lot about him and want to talkkk 😣 but here is my last point: Tyler’s coping mechanism to the unknown and things that confuse him is denial. Just like his mother 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

woww! do you guys remember when Tyler thought this whole thing was a joke? me too! he would’ve never thought this silly prank would almost kill him. Tyler’s mom probably thought her husband’s illness wouldn’t kill him either. oops! 😂 (I’m going kms). sorry. my point is they both refused to believe it happened (although his mom’s denial may have been more of a trauma response while his was just to help him cope). Even with evidence, they both couldn’t understand what had happened to them and pretending nothing was wrong. Tyler saw the picture of the phantom’s shadow and brushed it off to technology he couldn’t understand yet. he felt more comfortable with not knowing how technology worked rather than not knowing if he was in danger. his mother is similar. She couldn’t understand and cope with the death of her husband, even though he died in front of her. She felt more comfortable not understanding why he was late from work than understanding he was dead and gone. Guess it runs in the family? 🤷‍♀️ and since these are all things I like about his character, I will tell you what I don’t like. THAT STUPID ASS JOCK ATTUIDE FROM S1. okay I didn’t hate it, and it fit him sometimes, and I kinda miss it sometimes, but he’s like 5’5 and a stick, he is not beating no one’s ass 😭 respectfully. now he could probably rock me but he’s matured a bit since S1 so it’s different. Tyler’s not even my favorite idk why I talked about him sm , especially when I held off on talking about Aiden because I didn’t want to say to much 🤦‍♀️ whatever

BEN:

I have a lot to say about Benny boy, especially because he is SOOOOOO mischaraterized. Now I won’t go crazy like I did for the twins because I’m thinking about making a separate post just about Ben (maybe.. maybe not idk). plus I just reminded myself anon asked me to just say a few things I like and disliked about each charater not give crazy long paragraph about them. so, sorry Ben but you will probably have the most boring paragraph of them all. I still love you a lot pookie 🙏 I’m just tired AND MAXED OUT THE AMOUNT OF PICS I CAN USE EVEN THO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT U WHILE USING PICS 🤒 anyways enough rambling.

bens charater is often reduced to his backstory which genuinely makes me want to start tweaking out. if you expand on why his trauma affects him, then I will happily listen to you talk. But when most the fandom sees Ben as “music boy who hate bully, will fight you if you be mean” it makes me so SAAAADDDDD. no, Ben will NOT beat my ass for making fun of Logan. That’s like… the whole point of his backstory? He doesn’t like violence, at all. He’s ashamed of his anger issues. He blames himself for having to move and putting his family in danger. The only reason he got involved with Logan’s fight was because the phantom interference + no one was there to help calm him down.

also he doesn’t only do music. he draws too! he’s a very artistic dude. He also gardens. Ben be planting food and shit. which (as much as I HATE the ship) Logan n Ben shippers could probably use to their advantage. Yk bc Ben gardens and Logan helps his grandparents in their greenhouse? wtv. Bens prob growing flowers for Taylor anyways. Fuck Logan. sorry.

Ben is also very compassionate and gentle. He’s always thinking about what’s best for the group, even if it puts him in an uncomfortable position, like sharing his trauma. Ben is also very soft hearted. He gets flustered very easily, we see this when ashlyn and Taylor complimented him. He is very protective over those he cares about and he does not come to play, ever. Also his character development from S1 makes me so happy. He use to be attached to Aiden’s hip 24/7 and we could often only understand his emotions when Aiden would translate him to us. But we’ve seen lately that he’s much closer to Taylor, even putting her safety before his own.

wow, gentleman alert❗️if I didn’t run out of photo space than I would’ve shown more examples where he holds onto others as a way to comfort or protect them. he’s so respectful I might cry. maybe I will make a Ben-centered post. I need to show you guys pictures so you can understand what I’m saying. But Ben is growing and he needs more attention. thank you.

SUMMARY:

Ashlyn

pros:

- has crazy potential + most hinted at lore

- very relateable

-introverted but stands on business

-W relationship development between her and the cast, very natural and not forced

- her hair

cons:

- she is very hesitant to spill info (only in earlier chaps tho!)

Aiden

pros:

- silly

- observant of those he cares about

- acts of service love language

- trusting/understanding

- quick on his feet

- good at assessing situations/making plans

- he doesn’t GAF 🦅🦅 EVAAA

cons:

- often misunderstood / mischaraterized by the fandom

- has ugly ass outfits sometimes

Taylor

pros:

- most socially smart character in sbg

- good at reading emotions

- good at comforting others

- aware of her surroundings/the people around her

- supportive

- social

- super pretty

- wrote a paragraph on why it’s ok to ship her with the rest of the cast js cuz

cons:

- we don’t see enough of her robotics president side, show me women in STEM 🤬

- we never saw how she experienced childhood (yet..)

Tyler

pros:

- deep childhood trauma/responsibility

- sacrificed himself for his family twice

- not meant to be shipped with anyone in main cast

- sees main cast as family

- he finally made friends

- talked about the scene where ash tells him to shut his bitchass up

- copes by using denial (js like his mom)

cons:

- his jock attitude during S1

Ben

pros:

- hates violence

- angery at his anger issues

- ashamed of his past

- draws and gardens as hobbies

- compassionate and gentle

- soft hearted

- easily flustered

- very protective

- slow but steady quiet charater development

- a gentleman

cons:

- you guys mischaraterize him a lot (like someone told me he doesn’t change as a character bc he never speaks, ts made me mad asf)

THATS ALL! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! again feel free to as me questions about anything at all even if you didn’t read allat. And if you did, thank you ur so sweet and amazing. Sorry for writing sm 😢

also everyone is open to their own opinions, this is just what I think. As always, I’m always down to debate.

#omg that’s a lot of writing #IM SORRY AGAIN #sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #schoolbus graveyard #sbg (webtoon) #sbg ashlyn #ashlyn sbg #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #sbg aiden #aiden sbg #Ben Clark #sbg ben #ben sbg #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #Taylor sbg #sbg tyler #hernandez twins #asks #charater analysis

[yeyayeya]

OMG I KNOW THIS IS REALLY LATE but I was extremely busy earlier today so I didn’t have time to make a post about this

But here we are

My reaction to TGCF Season 2 Ep 1

(Spoilers for those that haven’t read the novels)

IT STARTS OUT SO PRETTY????

Xie Lian being so gorgeous (I 100% understand Hua Cheng) and the only thing he be thinking about is Hua Cheng omg. AND THE RING

Also, I know she did bad things and all that, but what heavenly official hasn’t? Give my girl a break and just appreciate her beauty. She also needs a fucking rest because of all the shit she has to go through daily like damn, look at her eye bags! If I were her, I would also give up my job that nobody thanks me for to go overthrowing the heavenly capital

Then we get to the Heavenly Capital and you can tell right away the animation went up in quality between the seasons. It’s all so beautiful and I think it would be really haunting seeing it in ruins once the donghua gets further in the story… whenever that happens

LOOK AT MY SON

I know it’s only been the first episode, but they did such a good job with him I’m crying happy tears. I love his design here, and this makes me so excited to see Quan Yizhen animated, tho tbh I have no idea how they are going to animate his curly hair, but let’s wait and see

Daddy is here

whore

Also he gets a lip shot??? Hot damn is this man daddy. Pei Ming is such a weird character for me as there are times where I greatly enjoy his character and other times I’m just like 😐

Idk it just weird, but I can understand why so many ladies love him, and why he is called the “God of Love”. Equivalent of Zeus but only on the whore part, and he is actually not a bad lover?? Surprisingly???

I love the fact he is interrogating Xie Lian about his new boyfriend in front of the Heavenly Court (“man is leaving us for the devil himself”) and later on in the story he ends up becoming their #1 shipper

Little Pei looks so pathetic here omg?? A little wet cat

You can see the family resemblance and at the time you cannot. “General just leave me alone and banish me so I can go back to my gf please.” The only straight one in the cast but it’s ok

#yeyarants #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #mxtx tgcf #mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx #tgcf donghua #tgcf season 2 #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #heaven officials blessing

[carebeartherese]

My live reactions to Loki season two ep 5:

-WOOOO HERE WE GO

-running through the recap

-Im actually scared for this episode srsly

-oooo the almost silent intro

-ALIVE???

-he is angelic fr

-where is everyone???

-did they go back to their timelines??

-Im loving these continued camera shots

-pie room??

-TIME SLIPPING

-oh shit

-:0 double Loki

-hello?

-time slipping is just an excuse for Loki to flip his hair like the hoe he is /pos

-time loop???

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHY IS EVERYTHING COMING APART

-SHIT

-oop there’s the theme

-prison??

-CASEY?????

-WHAT THE HELL

-oh hes escapin

-where are they i wonder

-a boat prison??

-no not again dude Loki can’t handle this

-ALCATRAZ????

-his name ain’t Frank lmfao

-oh it’s the BOAT PLACE

-dude why are we back in the tva

-:0 SHIT NEW YORK 2012

-Aw b15 is such a great doctor I love her

-MOBIUS WHAT ARE YIU DOING

-living his dream

-who tf is don

-also his son??? No thank you

-LOKI GO SEE YOUR MAN

-this is so unserious

-LOKI IS SO CUTE ABOUT MOBIUS

-Mobius is adorable

-SINGLE DAD???

-FUCK YEA

-ooo 1994

-OB!!!!

-hes so silly

-awww he just wants to sell his books

-hes a writer <333

-in his bunker???

-ITS JUST LIKE HIS LAB

-dude ob will believe anything that happens to him

-the sons of who??

-ob is so adorable with his little “hey”

-dammit

-none of that made sense OB

-cannot control the time slipping

-oooo true

-LOKI = TEMPAD

-to save his friends

-oh yea shit kang is coming aint he

-control it Loki!!!!

-nope

-you look like you’re trying to take a shit

-there is no controlling time

-OB WE DONT SHOCK PEOPLE

-OR WHATEVER THAT WAS

-stop psychoanalizing

-go to the pie room

-GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER

-oh that’s actually kind of smart

-ob is adorable and I love him and his tism

-oh fuck there he goes

-TO MOBIUS AGAIN!!

-he sucks at taking the trash out

-yea Kevin

-these kids are literally adorable

-don’t burn down the house pls

-“HELLO”

-these guys are so awkward

-just kiss srsly

-WAIT THEY ARE SO CUTE

-HES SUCH A SALESMAN

-wife long gone????

-cause of the gay

-is he flirting??

-are jet skis flirting????

-mobius really thinks lokis crazy

-OB HI

-none of this makes sense

-awww the way he grabbed Mobius

-dude theyre so gay

-they need to just kiss already fr

-yea your kids will be fine mobius I swear

-hes just a suburb dad

-this is a little heartbreaking but also gay tbh

-IKR IT IS A COOL NAME

-B15!!!! Come with!!!!

-CASEY FUCK YEA

-ESCAPE

-where’s sylvie?

-mobius looks shook

-and Casey trusts no one the little thief

-mobius/don is he flirting with Casey/Frank

-I love sylvie but she always gets angry and fucks shit up

-please leave her out of this one

-WAIT WHAT

-HOW DOES SHE KNOW YOU

-wait till it back

-fuck get that time slipping under control

-sylvie with her lesbian fit and her mullet

-ok but Loki loves mobius and doesn’t wanna loose him

-uncaring queen

-I mean she wants to live

-damnnnnn

-WAIT CALL HIM OUT

-WHAT DOES HE WANT

-FALSE

-HE WANTS MOBIUS SRSLY

-oh come on Marvel be more specific

-of course he doesn’t wanna be alone

-don’t make this romantic again pls

-NO WE ARENT

-his story is with mobius tho!!!

-Casey is such a weird ass hardened criminal

-mobius stop trying to sell shit to people

-Loki you are so babygirl

-NO WHAT ABOUT THE GANG

-I don’t understand anything anymore

-is sylvie flirting with record shop guy??????

-THE VELVET UNDERGROUND

-HOLY SHIT

-literally what is happening rn

-whos this guy in the back

-oh he disappeared????

-why’s shit disappearing????

-NOOOO

-THE TIMELINES DECAYING

-OH GOD NO!!!

-NOT HOT RECORD SHOP GUY

-and she’s gone

-so is the timeline

-Loki is so sad and lonely

-MOBIUS KISS HIM PLS

-HE NEEDS TLC

-NOT TRUE

-a timeline just died for some reason

-Loki was just waiting for this opportunity

-CASEY DAMMIT SRSLY

-OH FUCK NO

-WAIT EVERYONE COME BACK

-NO MOBIUS PLEASE

-OH GOD NOT PLEASE NOT KNTO THE DARK

-THIS VERY BAD DREAM

-oh shit Loki use them timeslipping powers

-GO BACK IN TIME

-YOU CAN DO THIS BBG

-ITS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS

-oh come on dont give me that fuckin cliffhanger

#Loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki episode 5 #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #hunter b15 #casey loki #ouroboros loki

[chromacryptid]

Alright im sure this has been rehashed a million times, but i wanna talk about monsterhigh so too bad 😤 i will talk to the void. If ur not interested , enjoy the art but my thoughts about the new lagoona below👇

-im glad that they’re leaning into athlesiure with her!! Obv the og design is iconic, but the best piece is inarguably the hoodie. So even tho i have issues with the colors, i think the new hoodie is actually cute n fitting :] The mesh and sandals are also nice.

-im glad that they’re leaning into athlesiure with her!! Obv the og design is iconic, but the best piece is inarguably the hoodie. So even tho i have issues with the colors, i think the new hoodie is actually cute n fitting :] The mesh and sandals are also nice.

-the fanny pack and asymmetrical earrings are my favorite of the accessories!!!!

-i…I really cant say anything good about those pants. What was the concept there

-the purse is just really uninspired imo,, especially if you compare it to the original

-ok ive stalled long enough. I have to talk about the colors…i guess the new concept is rainbow? But its also very pink? The execution just isnt doing it for me 😓 besides, her name is lagoona BLUE man!! Honestly i think the biggest problem is that there are so many pinks. Different shades, cool tone, warm tone, all over. This might be fine, except for all the rainbow on top of that. Theres just no clear color story:

Example a) i dont hate the hair that much on its own. But in combination with everything else? It’s giving unicorn barf instead of unicorn magic :[. It could be pretty pastels but instead it feels drowned out/muted

Example b) Im glad they kept her fins but the peach skin tone is just strange…its like, almost a human color, but also colorful enough to clash with the other colors?

-this is kinda minor but i liked the body shape changes of some of the other g3 dolls and wished lagoona got something. Wouldn’t it fit great with her athletic fashion vibes and personality if she had some defined muscles? Maybe they were going for more of a lean yoga girl vibe.

Overall, Lagoona is my least favorite doll of g3 rn. I feel like they missed the mark on blending her character with modern fashion and the result was a weak, busy design. Although, I am curious as to why so much of her design was changed compared to the other g3 dolls, which pretty much keep the hair and skin of their originals. Hopefully she’ll look better in future outfits, and maybe even win people over on the peach skin?

#monster high #lagoona blue #lagoona pink #fanart #mh g3 dolls #gen 3 mh #artists on tumblr

[haikyuuthots]

Good morning - S. Kita

Pairing: Reader x S. Kita

Word count: 661

Warnings: none <3

Synopsis: A sweet morning with your wonderful boyfriend.

A/N: surprise besties. Here I am with this short story, for u <33. It’s been more than a year, but your constant activity made me want to come back, hope this is to your liking 🫶🏼

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It’s 7:15 AM and the alarm has just went off for the 3rd time. You had no choice, it was time to get up.

Before you do, you slowly look to your right and smile gently as you see the sleeping body laying next you.

Your boyfriend Kita looked so lovely, his hair was a bit of a mess and his face was practically laid down against the pillow, he looked so peaceful. You couldn’t help but think about how grateful you were to wake up next to him every morning, god how you wished you could stare at him a bit more, but you were already late.

You slowly run your fingers through his hair, and whisper a soft good morning. With a big smile on your face, you stare at him for a couple seconds more before you shift your body towards the edge of the bed, with both feet on the floor you try your best to get up from bed, but before you can even stand up you feel your body being pulled back.

You chuckle as you let out a small yelp, Kita’s arms wrapping completely around you as he pulls you closer.

You can’t help but chuckle “honey, I have to go to work.”

“Just lay down here with me for a couple more minutes.” He sleepily replies with closed eyes

With your back against his chest, and his arms wrapped tightly around you, all you can do is slowly caress his hands

“Id love to lay down here forever but I’m already late.”

There’s a soft silence, as he doesn’t reply for a second.

You let out a small sigh and gently try to remove yourself from his arms again, but his grip only tightens.

“Don’t leave yet love, just 5 more minutes. Let me feel your warmth just that much longer.” Kita whines

You can’t help but give in and let out a small chuckle, you gently shift your body to face his.

As soon as he has you face to face, he opens his eyes to look at you, sleepily.

He can’t help but smile instantly, he leans down to give you a gentle kiss on your lips

“Good morning, angel.”

“Morning, love.” You reply

“I can’t believe this is the first thing i see in the morning.”

You can’t help but laugh, a bit flustered you reply, “you’re such a cornball.”

He lets out a small chuckle “what? It’s quite frightening actually.” He jokes

You let out a gasp, feigning offense and smack him lightly on his chest “let me go you jerk.” You reply As you jokingly try to remove yourself from his grasp.

“Stay, stay, I’m kidding.” He laughs refusing to let you go.

You guys laugh a bit before he speaks again “seriously tho, I love you.”

You look at him lovingly, as you lean in for a kiss. Pulling away you reply, “I love you too.”

He smiles… “enough, for you to stay here with me?”

“Mmm ok maybe not that much.” You joke

He laughs again “oh that hurts.”

You lightly caress his face “you know I do love you a lot… but I really have to get up now. I’m really really late.” You chuckle

“That’s fair, give me a kiss before you go.”

You instantly do. This kiss lasting a bit longer than the others.

Pulling apart he removes his arms from your body, allowing you to finally get up. You take one step when you feel his hand wrap around your arm once again.

He’s sitting up now, and gently lowers you so he can give you one last kiss

You giggle softly into the kiss

“Ok, that was the last one, I swear.” He smiles

You can’t help but smile. You felt truly blessed, that this was the man you said good morning to every day, couldn’t imagine it any other way, and best believe he felt the same times more.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu blog #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu! x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu boys #haikyuu x y/n #shinsuke kita x reader #kita x reader #Kita x you #kita fluff

[blueteller]

TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 8/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 8: chapters 700-776

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Entering the Temple of the Sealed God *Rumors about Roan Kingdom's victory and Cale & Alberu's heroism spread across the continent* Cale: *pictures all of his friends watching as he stabs himself to kill the White Star* Cale: *chills* (Yeah no. I ain't doing that) Cale: …ok so for no particular reason, I'm going to enter the Temple alone Alberu, Choi Han, Eruhaben & Raon: Like HELL you are!!! What self-sacrificial scheme are you plotting THIS time!? The Ancient Powers: Heh, Cale's getting scolded! Cale: *playing dumb* Nothing! Alberu, Choi Han, Eruhaben & Raon: You're a lying liar who lies. We'll deal with you later Cale: …Mhm yeah ok (I'll just sneak in, then.) Let's interrogate the fake Hilsman then Fake Hilsman: So you definitely want to know about the Hunters, right? Cale: (No I don't!) Actually- Fake Hilsman: I think a Hunter has appeared Cale: F***! Fake Hilsman: As expected, you truly have the blood of the Thames! Let me tell you more exposition then Cale: *senses his slacker life fading away* (NoooOOO-!) Fake Hilsman: So they're allied with the Flynn Merchant Guild, Billos is on the run and probably going to die soon. Also Karin Orsena is on their side Cale: (…well s***) Fake Hilsman: *shows off his red hair* That's why I came here. I need your money. And you want more info on the Thames family, right? Cale: (He's probably Jour's brother or other close relative then) No thanks. I'll just ask my father Fake Hilsman: Wait, aren't you curious about-? Cale: Nope! *leaves* Alberu: Anyway, we've selected the team who will enter the Temple first. You're all going to give up and exit within 5 minutes, got it? *Cale, Choi Han, Mary, Rosalyn, Toonka & Clopeh step inside* Temple Doors: *shuts closed* *5 minutes pass* Everyone: (…Well f***)

The First Test Cale: Huh, I'm a ghost. And I'm in Harris Village? The Temple isn't letting me out for some reason… Wait, am I going to watch "The Birth of a Hero" timeline? This is bad- Choi Han: Huh, I'm back in Harris Village? Might as well try to protect it this time… Cale: Wait what *Meanwhile:* Rosalyn: Hm, something's clearly wrong here… Mary: Welp, time for a prison break I guess Toonka: LET'S GO FIND MY FRIEND!!! :D Clopeh: …WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO CALE HENITUSE!? *outrage* Cale: What can I do if I'm stuck being invisible-? Cintanami: *rings* Cale: Huh? LSH: …You have a moment? Cale: Wait a minute, it's visible! IT WORKS!! *crazy laughter* I can destroy EVERYTHING with this!!! PJT: …is he crazy? LSH: Now Park Jin Tae, that's not a nice thing to say- Cale: *tries to take the Earth Ancient Power* Hm, I can't eat the rock, what a shame LSH: (…he may have a point, tho…) Choi Han & Rosalyn: Wait, we're in the same test?? Clopeh: *shows up dramatically on a wyvern* Yes, and Cale Henituse doesn't exist in this world. It's not a "Sadness" test… this must be "Despair" Choi Han & Rosalyn: Let's go rescue the children first *enter Raon's prison* Clopeh: *gets left behind because no one cares about him* 😂 Mary: *already there wrecking stuff* Wait, we're in the same test?? Rosalyn: Yeah, let's go get On and Hong now Choi Han: They should be right in the Henituse Territory slums… wait, why's the Man-Eating Tree white? Hong: A mister with a mask came by Choi Han: …so the White Star took Cale-nim's Shield?? Clopeh: That BASTARD!! How DARE he steal what belongs to the Legend!!! *fanboy rage mode on* *Meanwhile:* Cale: …What do you mean "God of Death says not to stop the Sealed God's game"?? Alberu: *connected through the Dark Tiger* …What do you mean you're a ghost??? Choi Han: Ok so the White Star will probably attack Harris Village soon- what the heck is that LSH: *through the Cintamani* Hi! Cale's standing next to you Choi Han: Excuse me? LSH: He says he's a ghost right now Choi Han: Excuse me?? KRS: *tags in* So I'll act as his transmittor for the time being Choi Han: Excuse me??? Cale: Ok so the real White Star isn't actually in the test, since I still got him sealed. Which means the White Star taking my Ancient Powers is the Sealed God's puppet. We probably have to defeat it to exit this test. Also Cale: …Btw, has anyone seen Toonka? *Elsewhere:* Toonka: *wrecks stuff* Hi! I'm looking for my friend Cale! Illusion!Alberu: …who the hell is "Cale"?? Illusion!Tasha: *panicking* Where's Mary??

Wreaking Havoc in Illusion Reality Clopeh: *interrogating KRS* Wait, so Cale-nim is also a hero in your dimension?? KRS: …I guess-? Clopeh: I KNEW IT! The true legend can surpass time and space!! Even the gods cannot stop it!!! KRS: …He's even worse than Joo Ho Shik… Illusion!Tasha: *shows up* Mary why did you leave? Who is this Cale person? Clopeh: *reverent* He is someone who cannot be seen and is always watching over us! Illusion!Tasha: ??? Cale: … Cale's group: (That's… not wrong, but…) Illusion!Tasha: …you mean he's a god, or-? Clopeh: Even better!! Cale: *dying from embarrassment* Rosalyn: We need to go for now, but we'll meet your superior in 2 days Illusion!Tasha: …Okay then? Cale: Dammit. I wanted to take the Vitality of the Heart and the Fire of Destruction before the White Star, but looks like he beat us to it. Let's meet Eruhaben then *In the Capital:* Illusion!Taylor: Hello, your highness! We'd like to make a deal with you Illusion!Alberu: …and who are you? Illusion!White Star: I'm the person who'll bring alchemists into your kingdom Illusion!Alberu: (There's something fishy about this offer…) *Back with Cale's group:* Illusion!Eruhaben: …Who is this invisible person hiding like a rat Tiger!Alberu: That's my Dongsaeng Illusion!Eruhaben: So you're the people who brainwashed a young dragon huh? A guy with a white mask warned me about you Tiger!Alberu: Of course we didn't. We're actually- *can't say they're in a test or from another world* Huh. I guess that doesn't work Illusion!Eruhaben: Oh I see. You're from the Divine Race then? Tiger!Alberu: …sure, let's go with that *Cale mistaken for a divine entity counter: 2*

Illusion!Eruhaben: Anyway, the guy who warned me about you said his name was Cale Tiger!Alberu: What did he look like? Illusion!Eruhaben: He looked fancy Tiger!Alberu: …Dongsaeng I think he's wearing your face *Elsewhere:* Mary: *meets Cale!White Star and freaks out* *Back with Cale's group:* Tiger!Alberu: Anyway let's make sure that the Crown Prince doesn't do anything stupid Illusion!Alberu: *walks into his office* Tiger!Alberu: Hello Illusion!Alberu: …Huh? Who are you? Tiger!Alberu: I'm someone motivated by self-preservation Illusion!Alberu: Ha! Relatable Tiger!Alberu: Indeed. And that's a Dragon Illusion!Eruhaben: 'Sup. Illusion!Alberu: Huh?? Illusion!Eruhaben: Yeah I have no idea what's going on either. But he and that invisible Cale punk aren't from this world Illusion!Alberu: …you mean a god, or-? *Cale mistaken for a divine entity counter: 3*

Tiger!Alberu: Nevermind that. The White Star is planning to stab you in the back Illusion!Alberu: HUH??? Tiger!Alberu: Yeah those "alchemists" he wants to bring you are actually Black Mages working for the Empire Illusion!Alberu: … Illusion!Alberu: …I wanna smack that bastard in the back Cale: (Welcome aboard!) Illusion!Alberu: *sets up a trap for Cale!White Star* Cale's group: *ambush* Cale!White Star: *dramatically* How could you have betrayed me like this! Now you have revealed your true selves…! Cale's group: ??? (…what the heck is he talking about?) *Meanwhile, outside:* The Temple: *live-streaming Cale's group fighting "Cale"* Everyone: ??? Eruhaben: Wait, that's obviously fake Hannah: …But does everybody else know that? Cale's group: (Well f***) Hannah: Wait a second, who's that crouching there in the corner? Cale: *now visible thanks to the Cintanami* The Temple: *cuts the live-stream* God of Despair!White Star: …the hell! This is MY domain!! How dare that God of Death bastard interfere with MY test again!!! God of Despair!White Star: Anyway, I'm the first god who was originally a Hunter. The God of Death is no better than me btw. He totally killed his best friend God of Death: *through the Cintanami with radio static* Long time no see you bastard Cale: (Why are they dragging us into their rivalry drama…?) Yeah, I'm not interested. We're leaving *Epic combat sequence against the God of Despair* God of Despair: Time to cancel this test, I guess God of Death: Anyway, the rest of the tests will proceed as you were told by IronMa- I mean Ahn Roh Man Cale: Sounds great. Let's do this

The Sadness Test Cale: *sees LSH & CJS's funeral* Cale: Good thing I've started to heal from my trauma. I need to do my best from here on (Me: 😭) *Meanwhile, the others:* Rosalyn: *gets stuck in the Sloth test for a bit* Choi Han: *out-stubborns the Failure test* Clopeh: *gets to the Failure test first* Mary: *gets to the Indignity test first* Toonka: *exits the tests* Also Toonka: *realizes he's the only one who left* …aw, dammit!

The Sloth Test Cale: Huh, I'm in high-school. I wonder why-? Choi Jung Gun: *casually walks into the library* Cale: (…WTF.) Cale: …hi Sunbae. What are you doing? Illusion!CJG: Just writing a guidebook. Cale: (…He's totally writing "The Birth of a Hero" right now isn't he) Cale: I'm joining the book club now Illusion!CJG: …Okay then? Cale: *scamming mode on* Illusion!CJG: Uhhh, for no particular reason I'm going to a Sword Arts exhibition. And maybe a movie production later. Would you like to come along? (How terrible of a fate he must have been suffering…) Cale: *acting clueless* Sure! (He's totally setting me up to meet Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk ahead of time… Can he see the future or fate or something?) Also Cale: (So yeah, this tests makes you want to forget reality, but I have Record, b****. I'm just staying for a bit to loot info out of CJG) Cale: So I dreamed something about the name "Nelan Barrow" and "the White Star", what's that all about? Illusion!CJG: (…WTF) Cale: You're totally from a different dimension, aren't you. Maybe a god? Illusion!CJG: *cringe* Ugh, do not lump me together with those bastards. (That motherf***ing God of Death…) I'm in the "maybe someday" category. Also gods can't die, but they can retire Cale: …can they? 🤔 (Me: And so began's Cale's journey to Goodhood in order to achieve his Slacker Life… 🤣) Illusion!CJG: Anyway, there's a Hunter targeting you because you've been marked by the God of Death. They can modify memories btw. But they can't know whether you're a Tribulator or not before they kill you and use Hunter's Eye on you Cale: (…I knew it. The White Star impacted me with his curse when he reincarnated and stole my body.) Cale: …Sunbae. Am I bait? Illusion!CJG: Yup. But don't worry, you won't die Cale: (That's not very reassuring… He looks crazy. Also, I have a feeling something went wrong-) Jung Yi-Rang & Park So Jin: *crash into their car* Cale: *uses his Shield* Illusion!CJG: *shaken* …Noonim? *Epic combat sequence against the Hunters* Park So Jin: Ha, you pathetic Wanderer bastard will never defeat out patriarch! Kill me! Jung Yi-Rang: *kills her* Take this offering of Karma… [Jung Yi-Rang Fled the Battle!] Illusion!CJG: Well f***. Cale: That power of yours which cuts through things. Can I have it? Illusion!CJG: Nope Cale: (And yet you give it to LSH in the future for some reason…) Cale: *starts disappearing* Anyway, this isn't even real. This is just an illusion Illusion!CJG: !!! Illusion!CJG: *spills last-second exposition* Find the Red-Blood Family! Cale: Ok, bye (Me: REMEMBER, REALITY IS AN ILLUSION THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYEEEEEE!) *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 28*

The Indignity Test The Temple: Error. Unable to determine fitting Failure test for the target. Cale: Oh, that's good right-? The Temple: Proceed to double the difficulty Cale: (Well f***) The Temple: Optimization complete. Indignity test version 1.5 is now starting Cale: Wait wha- Cale: *wakes up as Venion's lackey* The heck is-? Cale: *wakes up as a palace attendant* -going on? Oh, I see. A double daylight-nighttime possession deal, huh. And at different points in the timeline, too- Teen!Alberu: *neglected* Cale: Welp. Time to overturn the palace I guess Chief of Staff: (…why do I hear boss music?) 3-year-old!Raon: *about to be tortured by Venion* Cale: …Yeah, how about no. *paralyzes Venion and frees 3-year-old!Raon* Also Cale: *cheerfully* Destroy everything!! Venion's guards: Are you crazy!? Cale: Yup! Venion's guards & 3-year-old!Raon: ??? Cale: Destroy me too! I hate being in this body so go ahead! (…As long as Raon doesn't feel guilty over it, it's all fine) 3-year-old!Raon: *knocks him out & kidnaps him instead* Cale: *Surprised Pikachu Face* Also Cale: *comes to the secret underground place* Younger!Zed: …Who are you?? Cale: (Wait a minute, Zed is only pretending not to pay attention to his son – he's totally being neglectful on purpose! He must know about the Dark Elves too) Cale: …you're going to kill me now, aren't you? Younger!Zed: Yes, but actually no Cale: Wait wha- Younger!Zed: You're not a Hunter, right Cale: (…WTF. Why does Zed know about the Hunters?) Younger!Zed: *knocks him out & kidnaps him too* *Cale gets knocked out counter: 2*

*Elsewhere:* Choi Han: *feeds kid!KRS in his Indignity test because he's too skinny* (Me: 😭😭😭) Choi Han: Hm, I should also beat up his uncle while I'm at it… (Me: 👏 Well done, Choi Han my darling) *Meanwhile* Cale: *wakes up to see 3-year-old!Raon's carnage* Cale: …wow *impressed* 3-year-old!Raon: *back to his Tsundere ways* What are you looking at?? *gives him fruit* (But it's not like I care about the Terrible Bastard or anything, b-baka!) Cale: Knock me out again and take me to the Forest of Darkness. I kind of go crazy when the sun comes up 3-year-old!Raon: ??? (…aren't you already crazy??) 3-year-old!Raon: *does it anyway* *Cale gets knocked out counter: 3*

Teen!Alberu: *comes to rescue Cale* Cale: *casually praises him* Good job. Now, tie me up again Teen!Alberu: ??? (…he's crazy, isn't he) F***. Cale: Your highness, language Teen!Alberu: (Why does he even care?!) Cale: Your highness, you know you can't take responsibility for this, right? Teen!Alberu: *frees him anyway* Cale: Ok, I'll just show you something first. Oh, I know you're a Dark Elf btw Teen!Alberu: Wait wha- Cale: It doesn't matter anyway. You see, this place holds all the answers about the Crossman- Younger!Zed: *interrupts* Cale: (Ha! I knew he was watching) Cale: One more thing – don't trust the king or me, just trust yourself. You're already a good person Teen!Alberu: *gets knocked out* Younger!Zed: Who ARE you?? Cale: *scamming mode on* Actually I'm a Wanderer Younger!Zed: Seems legit *Cale mistaken for a divine entity counter: 4*

Cale: Anyway I don't have much time, so listen up Younger!Zed: Wait wha- Cale: Don't mess with the kid, he doesn't know anything so leave him alone you piece of s***. The Hunters used the Crossman Household as a puppet, didn't they. Where are the Red-Bloods? Younger!Zed: … Cale: …So you do know. (I can get the answers back in my world then) Younger!Zed: …! Cale: Thanks for the confirmation, bye! The Temple: Test 50% complete. Cale: *wakes up in the Forest of Darkness* Younger!Choi Han & 3-year-old!Raon: *fighting* 3-year-old!Raon: The Terrible Bastard is awake! Younger!Choi Han: *shocked* It's a real person…! Cale: *playing dumb* Yeah, and who are you? Why are you in the Forst of Darkness? A knight from the Harris Village which is located nearby? Younger!Choi Han: *walks away to clear his head* 3-year-old!Raon: Why did you tell me to bring you here? There's nothing for you here Cale: No, but it's a good place for you. Also, that you and that guy can keep each other company 3-year-old!Raon: *shocked* …what about you? Cale: Why ask such an obvious question? Of course I'll leave. Why keep a crazy guy like me around? (No way am I leaving Raon alone with Venion's lackey back in charge) 3-year-old!Raon: … 3-year-old!Raon: *intimidation mode* You WILL work for me, you Terrible Bastard!! *actual meaning: (Don't leave me alone…! 🥺)* Cale: …O-okay. I'm hungry 3-year-old!Raon: *brings him fruit again* Younger!Choi Han: *brings him a monster corpse* Cale: … (…Raon's is better, but A for effort, I guess) Cale: Good job, Choi Han 3-year-old!Raon: *jealous mode on* Cale: (…what's with him??) Younger!Choi Han & 3-year-old!Raon: *learn to get along like two feral puppies* Cale: Right, so first life lesson – money is the best Cale: *brings them to Super Rock villa* (Huh, I wonder why the Super Rock isn't here…) Anyway, let's go shopping! *laughs in Rich* Also Cale: *buys everything for the other two and nothing for himself* Younger!Choi Han & 3-year-old!Raon: ??? 3-year-old!Raon: Choi Han… isn't that guy is a bit weird…? Younger!Choi Han: *no less confused*…uhuh… Cale: So now all you guys need is learn to read and write- 3-year-old!Raon: NOPE! We can't learn, it's too hard. (Once he's done teaching us he'll leave!!) Isn't that right, Choi Han? Younger!Choi Han: That's. Right. Reading. Is. Hard Cale: … (Those punks…) Venion: *shows up randomly* Cale: You're still alive? What a shame. Venion: Who the hell do you think you are!! Cale: The person who has all kinds of blackmail on you. Venion: (…well s***) Cale: If you kill me your siblings will get all the info on your weaknesses. Now scram Venion: *leaves* Younger!Choi Han: …but didn't you send those documents to his siblings already? Cale: Yup, I sure did. Remember to hand that note to Taylor once he shows up. *to 3-year-old!Raon* Did you see that? That guy is terrified of you 3-year-old!Raon: … Cale: You got all this stuff and a home and company. Isn't that enough? 3-year-old!Raon: …human, who are you? Cale: …I'm Cale. The Temple: Test complete! Cale: Ok, I'll be leaving now 3-year-old!Raon: WAIT!! Give me a name first!! Cale: (A name…? Should I-? But I promised Raon that this name would be only for him…) …Dodam Miru. Let's go with that. Bye Younger!Choi Han & Dodam: Bye… (Me: Whyyyyyy, why am I crying…? 😭)

The Wrath Test Clopeh: Nothing can stand in my way-! The Temple: Now, behold the Wrath test where Cale's group is all in jail and you're not one of them. Clopeh: (Well f***) *Elsewhere:* The Temple: Oh, you have suffered so much, I feel so bad. I have developed sentience over time, so you can totally trust me Cale: Uhuh. *doesn't buy the sudden sympathy at all* The Temple: So why don't you think about all the things that make you angry the most? I'll make sure not to include them Cale: Sure The Temple: ...SIKE! I'm actually making those things into your Wrath test Cale: *scams the system by thinking of mundane things like children being picky about veggies* Ahhh, this is the best The children: Btw human, when we're going to pray? Cale: …pray? The children: To the White Star and the God of Despair! Cale: (Holy s***) *realizes this is the reality where the White Star has won* Cale: (…Well f***. This does make me pretty angry) Sayeru: Time to deliver the sacrifices for the 50th celebration! Cale: (Welp. Time for a s*** show I guess) Cale: *calls in everyone still alive in this reality* Come watch. Everybody: (…yeah, Young Master Cale's going to cause a s*** show alright) Sayeru: Behave, Cale Henituse, or Raon will be next on the list Cale: (So you have chosen… death) Cale: …Why of COURSE! I am being so sincere right now! We can't have the sacrifices for to the celebration delivered in such terrible conditions! Sayeru: Wait wha- Cale: Only the best carriages for everyone! And keep them well-fed, too! Where's your SINCERITY!! Sayeru: But- Cale: Tsk tsk. Are you too poor to manage even that much? Should I make a donation? Sayeru: … Sayeru: (This annoying bastard… But I guess it's fine as long as he delivers them) Alberu: *starts a speech under duress* We have gathered here today- Cale: *tears apart the rock wall in Puzzle City* Alberu: -to watch Cale Henituse destroy everything I guess – OPEN THE GATES!!! Every ally of Cale under the sun: *rebels at the same time* White Star's allies: Wait wha- Cale's group: *has an epic combat sequence against the White Star's forces* The White Star: Cale Henituse, even with your plate complete, you're still weaker than me! Cale: That's true. But, I have a rock The White Star: Wait wha- Cale: *smacks him with a rock in the back of the head* The Ancient Powers: HECK YEAH, CALE! BEAT HIM UP!!! Cale: *keeps hitting him* THAT'S FOR MY SLACKER LIFE, YOU BASTARD!!! Cale's group: *watch Cale beating up the White Star with a pebble while bleeding all over the place* Cale's group: …..Uhhh……. Cale: (Ahhh, that's better. Finally I got it out of my system) God of Despair: Hey, you wanna chat? Cale: What do you want? God of Despair: You're so impressive, you totally finished all the tests first! Why don't you use Embrace on me and take me out of this Temple? Then I'll tell you everything about the Hunters- Cale: No thanks. (…how nice of him to tell me exactly what NOT to do. Moron) *Meanwhile* Clopeh: *already out and setting up cameras* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 29*

Death of the White Star *Outside the Temple:* The Temple: *live-streaming* Cale's group: Phew, Cale made it out safely! …wait a minute, what… what's he doing with that dagger-? *Meanwhile:* Cale: (Huh, it seems I'm alone… and my body is in great shape! Perfect. Let's deal with the White Star first) God of Despair: *shoots death beams at Cale* Cale: …you motherf-! *uses one beam to release the White Star* White Star: *shows up, dazed* Cale: smiling* Did you rest well? White Star: Wait wha- Cale: *attacks* White Star: *defends* (I gotta run away, I gotta-!) Cale: *uses the Annual Rings of Life* (Ah, there's the warped ring. Ugh it's so ugly) Clopeh: *fanatic vibes intensify* Cale: *finally notices him* (…the hell!? That motherf***ing son of a b**** god!! I KNEW he lied to me!!!) Also Cale: (…oh well, whatever. This surely won't bite me in the a** later) White Star: *surrounds Cale with elemental attacks* Cale: *uses instant for .5 second to stab himself with the dagger then the White Star* White Star: *finally dies* Cale: This is the end. The Ancient Powers: Hooray! Your body's becoming healthier! [World Tree Dagger Health Upgrade acquired!] Cale: (Phew. Good thing nobody saw that beside Clopeh!) *Outside the Temple* Everyone: *horrified* The children: …What's going on?? Alberu & Eruhaben: *covering the children's eyes* (…crazy bastard…) Deruth: *faints* Choi Han & Mary: *literally arrived right in that moment* (WTF???) Choi Han: *on the verge of a breakdown* What did I just see?? Rosalyn: *the only one late to the party* …what happened? Cale: … Cale: (Well f***) *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 30 (Achievement Unlocked: Surviving Cardiac Stab Wound!)*

Defeating the God of Despair White Star: *starts turning to dust and releases his Ancient Powers* Cale: Um, uhhh- the Ancient Powers! Yeah, let's focus on that. I'm taking those Cale's group: …we WILL talk about this later Cale: *chills* God of Despair: *death beams part 2* Cale's group: Oh no you don't!! *blocks them* God of Despair: *shakes the Temple* Cale: Motherf-! *stumbles* Choi Han: *angrily* I KNEW IT!!! Cale: (…Damn it, even with the Health Upgrade my body is still weak and useless!) The Ancient Powers: Cale, honey… build up some muscle back, would you?? Mary: I sense dead mana from two of the Ancient Powers Cale: (…wait, wasn't there supposed to be just one?? Nevermind) *uses Embrace to seal them in White Star's mask* Cale: Clopeh, throw the diary! Clopeh: *throws it* [Wood Ancient Power: Annual Rings of Life (2/2), acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 9* Jour: Nice job, Cale. Wanna become the patriarch of the House of Thames-? Cale: (I'm a little busy right now!!!) God of Despair: *shakes the Temple again* Cale: *falls into Clopeh's arms* Clopeh: ✨Are you okay? I recorded everything, Cale-nim!✨ Cale: … *wants to smack him* God of Despair: *reaches out with creepy arms like the Gate of Truth from FMA* Cale's group: *blocks them again* Eruhaben: *suddenly bursts his huge Dragon head through the wall* …well that was easier than I expected. Hi Cale, we saw the whole heart stabbing thing. You okay? Don't worry the kids didn't see it Cale: (Well f***) God of Death's Book: *suddenly heats up in Cale's pocket* God of Death: Hey Cale, that orb which was live-streaming everything is going to explode soon and destroy the whole city. Also, use this book to Embrace the Sealed God Cale: Got it. Everyone! That orb is going to explode! Alberu: We're on it. Everyone's ready to cast a large shield Cale: …? *surprised* Alberu: You're not the only one who prepares for things in advance, you know. Also, don't ever do that again. That's an order Cale: *starts Embrace tug-o-war between the God of Despair and the God of Death* Cale: *shaking* (…f***! Hurry the f*** up!!) Raon! Bring your mom here! [Cale used Super Rock's power! It's Super Effective!] The Ancient Power: (…WTF, what kind of drugs did the World Tree give this kid?? Is he turning Immortal or something???) God of Despair: *gets sealed for good* Cale: …well f***. The orb is still here The orb: *explodes* Raon: *the Black Castle shows up in the sky* Human! I brought mommy! Everybody: *blocks and defends until they're all fainting and coughing blood* Cale: …Why would they-? The Ancient Powers: Finish that sentence. We dare you Cale: … Super Rock: Rolf. It's Karma~! Btw, the Temple is yours now *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 16+* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints – Final counter: 31*! (Me: Congratulations – you're an absolute madman!! I hope you're proud of yourself)

The Aftermath Puzzle City: *cheers for not getting destroyed* Alberu: Alright, Cale. Time to faint Cale: Wait, what? But I'm fine- Alberu: We don't have time. Choi Han Choi Han: *taps Cale's knee lightly* Cale: *falls* Toonka: *rushing in* FRIEND, NOOOO-! Cale: (Oh I get it now. Fainting it is!) *fakes fainting* Alberu: Coming through! The Commander is in critical condition!! Everybody: …Oh no! Poor Young Master Cale!! Deruth: My son! *hugs Cale on Choi Han's back* Also Deruth: *whispers* I know you're faking. Sit tight and never do that again, or I'll make you the next Duke Cale: *trembles in fear* (What?? Whaaaaat???) Deruth: *smug* (I knew this would work) Ron: Young Master, lay down. King Zed wants to talk to you, but let's ignore him Cale: But- Ron: LAY. DOWN. Rosalyn: *shows up* Cale, Eruhaben's dying Cale: …looks like I can't lay down after all *leaves* Ron: *to Zed* It would seem it is impossible to speak with the Young Master. (Beacuse he isn't here, lol) Choi Han: *obsesses over getting stronger as always* The children: *tackle Cale* Cale: *doesn't fall* The children: …huh, it seems you're actually fine?? Cale: So Eruhaben, remember how the healing jar wouldn't fill with water for you because you didn't want to live longer? Check again Eruhaben: *sees the jar full with water now* …well s***. Cale: Now… DRINK UP, B****! *crazy-eyed* or I'll force your mouth open and pour it all in! Eruhaben: … Eruhaben: *drinks all the water until he chokes and coughs blood* Mila: Wow, you're a young Dragon again! Good for you *Meanwhile* Alberu: Hello, father. Have some tea. I know you like it a lot *Both Know He Doesn't Actually Like It* Zed: …sure, that sounds lovely. *sits down* …So, is this about you being salty that I didn't go to see you first? Alberu: *sarcastically* What? No! Whatever gave you that impression! Zed: Are you worried about me acting out against you? Alberu: Pfff. As if you could right now Zed: So how about you taking the throne as soon as possible? Alberu: …why? Zed: I'll be leaving for a while Alberu: Where to? Zed: …A hunting trip, I guess. I'll write to you once a year Alberu: Once every three months. I'm not such an uncaring bastard like you. Zed: …very well. Have your coronation in spring then. I'm off to catch a rat *leaves* Alberu: (…his Sword Master should have noticed my Dark Elves spies… so he must have known about me all along.) Alberu: ...Well s***.

Setting Up TCF Part 2 Zed: Hello Commander Henituse. Cale: …Hello. (What does he want? He's acting strange) Zed: So your father is scary when he's angry, but he's right. I'm going to handle my own issues now. That is, the House of Duke Orsena. Cale: …Orsena? Zed: Yeah, the "hunting dog" that I raised. I'm personally chasing after the Hunters and I don't share my prey. That's why under no circumstances you will get involved in any of it, you hear me? You definitely don't need to know anything more about this. Cale: (What a relief!) …Sure. As long as no one touches any of my people Zed: Sounds good to me (...and I'm sure we're not going to regret not handing you this crucial exposition at this very moment!) *And Then We All Knew, Cale Would Soon Get Involved* Basen: Uh, Hyung…? I've got some bad news Cale: What is it? Basen: The fake Hilsman broke out. Also looted your room and stole your money Cale: … Cale: THAT MOTHER***ER!! MY RETIREMENT FUND!!! *rage mode on* God of Death: *through the Book* Yo, Cale! The Cintanami broke, so I'll be sending you a replacement. Wanna become a Saint-? Cale: -YEET! Basen: Oh, and everybody wants to give you a medal Cale: WELL F*** THEM Basen: *satisfied* Of course, Hyung *Elsewhere:* Foreign politicians: About that medal of honor- Clopeh: *interrupts* How DARE you. A mere medal?? For MY Legend??? Disgraceful! Foreign politicians: Uh- Clopeh: He saved all of your a**es and all you want to reward him with is a cheap "well-done" sticker!? Foreign politicians: But- Alberu: *walks in* Funny – discussing Roan Kingdom affairs in the Roan Kingdom, without a single Roan Kingdom representative present? How very odd Foreign politicians: *awkward* *Meanwhile:* God of Death's Book: *slaps Cale in the face* *Cale gets knocked out counter: 4*

Cale: …where-? God of Death: Yo! Nice to see you face to face, I wanted to chat for a bit Cale: …WTF. Why do you look so hot?? (This bastard doesn't deserve such a nice face!!) God of Death: R-really? Haha… so anyway, you sure you don't want to be a Saint-? Cale: Like hell God of Death: O-okay *looks away intimidated* Cale: So why am I here? Do I have to fight the Hunters next? God of Death: That depends on- *CRACK!* …damn censorship. Anyway, you earned some merits because you helped seal the God of Despair properly, so here's your reward Cale: What is it? God of Death: Choi Jung Gun is doing well- Cale: I don't care about that guy God of Death: -and so is Choi Jung Soo Cale: …and? God of Death: And Lee Soo Hyuk's reincarnated in your world now Cale: Wait what God of Death: Yeah, he helped me out with some things and he gave you Embrace, so he's earned some merits too Cale: The team leader… is going to… be born in the world I'm living in? (Me: Cale, baby… 😭😭😭) God of Death: Yeah, and he gets to remember his past life as reward Cale: …ok, but what about the others? What rewards do they get God of Death: Oh would you look at that, we've ran out of time! Cale: Wait wha- *wakes up* (…that motherf***ing God of Death!) God of Death's Book: *turns into LSH tracker* "Endable" Cale: (Great, now I know where to find him!) *Elsewhere:* God of Death's Bishop: Your highness! We must see the Commander! Alberu: …why-? God of Death's Bishop: The God of Death has bestowed a Divine Item upon our Church! It's specifically for Cale Henituse!! We must hold a grand ceremony to celebrate this momentous occasion!!! Alberu: (…Well f***) *Meanwhile:* Cale: *lowers the Temple to the ground with Super Rock* Alberu: Ok, so everybody is safe and healing. You're going to rest now? (Or maybe look for the guy who stole your money-?) Cale: I'm going to Endable now Alberu: Wait, what? You should just rest. What the hell are you going to- Cale: Your highness. I'm going to rest Alberu: *in disbelief* …You?? When??? Cale: *speechless* Hong: Billos is here! He looks starved and he's dying of poison! Cale: (…Well f***) Billos: Young Master… please… destroy… the Flynn Guild…! Cale: … Cale: Welp. Time to burn a place to the ground, I guess

End Volume 8.

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#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #summary #story arc #tcf funny summary series #tcf humor #tcf hilarious moments #tcf volume 8

[mrstsung]

What your Kombat Man Crush/boo thang says about you.

(I will only do certain characters. As there is a lot. Plus i don't wanna be super bias. So here ya go.)

Cw: may or may not be nsfw. Some angst too.

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Kung lao: awwww,you love this dimple cutie pie?! Well for one,you instantly are new friends with me. And two,you understand my love for this hat man! He deserves so much better. So so so much better. It's so tragic he doesn't get the respect he deserves. But im sure you will show him that. 💖⛩

Liu kang: you like the classics. You also like the main heroes of almost every story. You may have to kompete with kitana. But hey. Maybe liu can have two cuties? 💖🐉🔥

Raiden: you are either a sweetheart or an absolute badass. Plus he's a cutie. He's so wise,gentle,and amazing. Good taste. 💙⚡

Fujin: you love the sweetest wind himbo ever! You are friend shaped. You dont take shit. But you don't like to start fights. Plus....you love long white/colored haired characters. 🌬💙

Nightwolf: underrated babe af! You love nightwolf,you get respect points from me. May the great spirit protect you both! Many blessings. 🐺💖

Johnny cage: you love the funny himbos,johnny despite the nrs shitty writing. Is actually a great character. He covers up insecurities and fears with humor. Always trying to make you smile. Very protective. A good father. Fuck what anyone says. He is a good husband material. I support you and johnny! Tho i don't like mr.cage in the spotlight all the time. He doesn't deserve any less respect. He has it from me. So as long as he watches himself. 😎😊

Jax: same as johnny good husband,great father. Honestly Jacqui (and even cassie) deserves good mom figures. So another good choice. 😎

Hanzo hasashi/scorpion: omfg tragic af! But you giving him a second chance at life?! Another clan?! Another family. Omfg my heart can't take the cuteness,the angst,unf my heart 🥺💖😭😭😭😭. Just take him,take him plz! Treat him gently.

Kuai liang/sub-zero: same as scorp. Like plz treat him well. He's been thru so much. Im sure the loss of his bro hits hit hard too. Like damn why are the ninjas so damn tragic?! Boon! how dare?! 😭💙

Shang Tsung: another tsimp after my own heart! 😏😎🔥💖 welcome to the cult er i mean club,club. Yessss. *strokes chin evily* ok but fr,you have taste. You know whats up. You like em stronk,powerful,and bad bois. Like how can you not like shang at least a little bit?! His voice,honeyed words. That little serpentine temptation. That gentle hiss. Those eyes. That devilish smile and laugh. Like i know,just know his king cobra some big somethin somethin! Those abs,them arms,that bod 👀💖....ehemm. sorry😅. Got carried away. But yeah,um. You have good taste. 🐍💚

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I know it's not a lot. And there is so many more characters. But some i just can't really do. I don't really have anything i can think to write properly about them. So forgive me. 🙏🏻💖. Also may do a kombat ladies version soon.

#mortal kombat #self shipping #self ship #shang tsung #shang tsung mortal kombat #kung lao #liu kang #sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #raiden #fujin #johnny cage #jax #nightwolf #mk imagine #mk hcs #my hcs #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #what your kombat man crush says about you

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

The Kenny hc trade anon knows you have em already. What I meant is GIVE US ALL OF IT. please. If ya want to. Not forcing ofc.

Ahhh!!! Ok. SOOOOO let me get goin with this im SO excited. There may not be alot cuz Ken isnt my number 1 but I still like him:

Unnatural eye color cus of the whole cthulu thing

Its probably yellow or purple depending on how youre feeling

Has scars from all the times he died

But they reset if he has an explosion related death

Learned how to stitch in case his sisters toys broke

Ended up using it to fix his own parka and clothes

Does small jobs for people in exchange for money

His parents steal it for their addictions tho the bastards

Makes seggsual jokes but not in the adult way

More like in the

"Ur mom"

Way

Sure hes lewd but no way an eight year old can know THAT much.

Hair is messy as shit

He kinda smellz... he cant help it tho he cant afford to shower

Has school lunch debt :(

Its ok tho his friends help him pay it back

But he had to eat cheese sandwhiches when his debt was low (i had to do that too)

Does crazy shit for the bit

Excellent tree climber but gets bruised so easy

Doesnt have a missing tooth to me, that tooth was a baby one not permanent

Loves frog and bug collecting

Will show you the scariest most ATROCIOUS looking bug and be like

"Guys look!"

And then everyone else shrieks

Draws "squidwards" on the whiteboard

His older brother moved out of the house

Or got kicked out

Idk

Has a horrible relationship with his parents

Based on a story of my friend but he ate dandelions and acted high once

Autistic/ADHD. Idk which one

Cuz i can look at him and picture both

Maybe he has both?

Im not touching gender but sexuality? Definetly a women lover. I don't see him liking men tbh

Bunny is cute tho

I just think he works better with Kelly (that one girl from GGWK) or Tammy (but shes a fifth grader sooo...eughhh...)

Got into his parents addiction stash

He now has bad habitz

That man listens to gorillaz you cant say otherwise

Either that or

Bimbocore music

Just to be silly

Hes not his fathers son

His mom had an affair

His hairs WAY too blonde

Kennys dad has dirty blonde and so does Karen and his brother

But he has bright blond/marigold

Doodles all over his work

Mr garrison had to take points off his assignments cuz of it

Perfectly fine with being a chick for pretend

Batman hyperfixation

Actually no

Superhero hyperfixation

Batmans just his favorite

Clear parellels with batmans costume and mysterions

Eats dirt

Sometimes it has bugs in it (extra protein)

Def the mf to say "peepee poopoo" at a sleepover to keep everyone up

Speaking of

Dont fall asleep near him

He will draw a weewee on your foorehead and give you a mustache

Quiet in class

Loud asf with his friends

Thats all of em!!! Enjoy anons!!!!

#south park #southpark #sp art #south park fanart #south park headcanons #sp headcannons #sp hcs #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #kenny south park #sp kenny

[brb-on-a-quest]

For the writer asks: 4, 15, 27, and 30 <3

HI IGGY!! :) :) :) tysm; i haven't actually looked through most of these yet so I should do that first XD. Numbers are from here

4- (story idea I haven't written yet)

Ok so I have started this one but then decided I hated it so it's mulling on the back burner until I have more energy to rehash it out for better stuff is part of The Doctor and The Butler storyarc(?world?) at this point, but basically the robins all take the Doc on a Proper Road Trip and it All Goes To Chaos(tm) because the Doctor Does Not Do RoadTrips in the slightest because he just pops in and out of time on a whim and doesn't seem to do great in small spaces for more than 15 minutes (basing this on the cube episode in the Matt Smith Era). It'd be good but it needs a certain... vibe yk? haven't gotten there.

15- (favorite weather for writing). Not a weather, but I can only write when it's dark outside bc then I don't feel about about not doing homework/other things. Rain is also good tho.

27- (Favorite part of writing process). The part in Brainstorming where it all starts coming together and you're just squealing like your twelve and some cool people just invited you to hangout with them, and then you start writing and everything goes smoothly.

30- (Share a fic you're proud of)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I don't have any full-length WIP done for you to look at but I think I have some assignments (checks through old google documents) lmao no what assignments (shoves them all into the fireplace). Let me give you the beginning of one of my current WIPS that im really proud of currently even if I've been writing and rewriting it so many times.

It wasn’t even close to the moonset when hands and voices raised them from sleep. “Misha, Rose. On your feet. It’s your turn now.”  “Ugh, just kill me now,” Rose muttered as she and Misha both sat up blearily. “Be quicker and easier.” “That’s the coward’s way out. Also, way too expensive.” Misha stood up and rubbed her eyes. “How much fest prep do we gotta do still, Dani?” She watched as the freckled elf started climbing to the top bunk.  Daeneryl flopped down on her mattress, clutching a fat feather pillow, with a yawn. “Just drinks, but those are last minute.”  “Oh, and be careful how you tread around the old man today.” Fayley peeled off her slippers from her feet as Misha and Rose got dressed into their outfits for the day. “Got a new run of trash gryphons. Damn pests.” “Thought Sammy took care of all that?” Rose sighed as she pulled a brush from the vanity table to untangle a sea of unruly curly hair. Starting from the bottom, she winced every time she had to pull it through to the end.  “He was supposed to. Says he did his whole ‘pied piper act’ which he did, but apparently these are a different breed.” Dani sighed. “Nick’s looking into wizard enchantments.”  Eventually, Rose gave it up and threw it all up in a slicked-back ponytail, held in place with an assortment of ribbons and pins. “One day, I swear, I’m just going to take a knife to this and hack it off.” “You’ve been saying that for five years,” Dani laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Watch me.” Rose grimaced. Misha shook her head silently as she braided the front sections of her hair and tied it back with a bright orange ribbon that matched her flowing skirt. It was one of her favorites because it made her stand out in a crowd that mostly wore shades of brown and black for practicality. She slipped into her boots and crouched down, waiting for Rose.

Rose caught sight of her and rolled her eyes. “You’re asking for it. Fayley, your count.”  There was a muffled “Go” and fingers interweaved the laces with their corresponding hooks. They looked up when they were finished, approximately the exact same time. “Call that one a draw, I suppose.” Rose shrugged. “Come on, let’s get some food before we have to deal with life.”