#please just say you didn’t read the comics and are basing your thoughts on your own bias for a ship 😭

[romiyaro]

ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ - #2 - "ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ!!"

✧ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂, 𝗼𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗸𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ 𝗰𝘄: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮'𝘀

✧ 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 : @tokyometronetwork

✧ 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗮-𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗲𝘀 @yofumi 𝗮𝗻𝗱 @suyacho 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀<𝟯

ꕤ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ

“Oh, I think I bit ya too hard last time. The hickey’s still visible.” He chuckles. But the chuckle fades out and a frown takes its place as he notices that the hickey is located at the column of your throat instead of the base of your neck where he loves to mark you. 

“Babe?” He calls out quietly. You hum, busy fake-reading the book and biting hard at your lips to keep them from bursting out laughing at the look on Atsumu’s face. 

Frowning harder, he grabs you from the couch, ignoring your yelp as he sets you on his lap, face closing in as he studies the hickey-like marking closely. You try pushing him away, but he simply manhandles your hands behind your back and holds them there singlehandedly. With the thumb of his other hand he rubs vigorously at the hickey, successfully smudging the makeup. 

His frown turns into a full-blown grin as he observes the red smudge on his thumb, half angry half smug face looking up at you. “Ya really thought ya fooled me, huh?” 

You scowl at him, “You weren’t supposed to find out so soon.” You pout, trying to wiggle out of his lap. Atsumu lets out a throaty laugh, his arms coming around you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace, “Where d’ya think ya going, hmm? We still gotta decide on a punishment for ya.” You were bold to assume he would let you off scot-free after that stunt.

ꕤ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ

You were stupid to assume he wouldn’t know of such a commonplace prank. Oikawa is a very popular person. 

And that reflects on his social media life too. He knows of all the pranks in existence. 

So when he sees you walking around the house flaunting a hickey that he has no idea when he gave you, he freezes for a second before he bursts out laughing. Not expecting that you stop mid-action. You look at h im confused, “What’s wrong?” His laughter only turns harder at your question. You pout, annoyed. Did he not notice the hickey you worked so hard to perfect? 

“It’s-” he starts, only to break down into fervent giggles, “It’s nothing, bunny. You are just so cute!” He exclaims, wheezing. You scowl at him. “What’s so funny?” Oikawa looks up at  you from the couch, “You really wanna know?” 

“Hit me with it.” You jut your chin out stubbornly, putting the hickey on show. Oikawa looks at it for a second and starts laughing again, even harder. He grabs his stomach, “Owh babe, please. I- I can’t- Gosh!” 

Grabbing his phone he clicks a quick picture of you standing there. Calming his breathing he types something out on his phone. And as he places it back down, your phone dings. It’s an Instagram notification and when you click it you are directed to Oikawa’s post tagging you, captioned– “Look at them trying to prank me with that barely passable hickey!” What’s even more hilarious is that the photo taken from that angle indeed looks very funny. Your face heats up.

Feeling embarrassed at being found out so quick, you throw your phone onto the couch. “TOOORRUUUUUUU!!!” you yell as you jump at him, ready for a battle. The little playfighting does not go on for long as he has you pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds. “Try something new next time, baby.” He winks at you, swooping down to capture your lips in a hot kiss.

ꕤ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴏʀ

His eyes widen like saucers when he first caught sight of the hickey mark on your neck, and you do your best to hold the laughter in at his comical look. He didn’t say anything though, opting to observe you from afar. Then a bit close. Then very close. You were flipping the pancake as you hummed a random song. Kageyama leans at the counter beside you, casually asking you, “Where were you today?” You smile at him, “I met some friends today!” He tilts his head, giving you long sideglances and hoping he’s being subtle, “Oh? Who are these friends?” You giggle, “My high school friends, idiot! Didn’t I tell you about them?” “Oooh… Those…” he trails off, trying to remember all the names you had said would be there. There’s nobody suspicious that would leave a mark on you like that. “Anyone else joined your meetup?” You gleam, excitedly telling him, “Oooh, yes! There was this hot guy who came up to us and hung out with us! He was cool. Ro took him home.” You play it cool, knowing Kageyama hates it when you call other men adjectives like cool and hot infront of him. 

“Nothing else happened?” his eyes narrow. You turn to look a him. Kageyama snaps his head, quickly looking away. You act dumb, “What do you mean?” Kageyama gulps, “You didn’t–” He starts, “You didn’t cheat on me, did you?” Fake-surprised, you gasp, “What? No! Why would you say that?” 

He points to your throat, eyes already misty, “There’s- there’s a little something on your neck.” He looks away, trying to hide the moisture slowly collecting on his eyes. Kageyama is a silent lover, and watching him in pain pained you too. Switching off the gas, you cup his face, making him look at you. “Tobio. Tobio, hey!” You say softly, making him focus on you. “I’m sorry. It was just a prank.” 

He grimaces, closing his eyes and letting the tears drop on either cheek, “I hate you for this.” He whispers, arms pulling you to his chest. You can feel the rumbling in his chest as he shudders at the possibility of you cheating on him. It makes you sad and guilty, “I’m sorry, Tobio. Promise I won’t do that ever again.” You rub at his back comfortingly. He pulls back, “Promise?” he demands. “Promise.” You nod at him as he pulls you in for a kiss.

ꕤ ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

You close the door gently behind you, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend if he was asleep. As you remove your shoes, Sakusa’s head pops from the bedroom. “You are late.” You chuckle, “No shit, Sherlock. I had to work overtime.” 

He hums, looking at the clock that’s striking half past ten. “Did you have dinner?” You shake your head. And as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and he grins at the embarrassed expression on your face. “Come on, I’ll heat up the leftovers for you.” Nodding your head you move to the dining table, cracking your neck strategically as you walk past him, offering him a clear glance at the hickey-like mark decorating your neck. 

Sitting at  the dining table, you look at the brooding boyfriend. “What’s up?” You ask, knowing well that he saw the faux-hickey. Sakusa’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” he says before striding over to the bedroom. You look at the bedroom confused until he returns. And when you see what he brought with him your eyes widen. 

Jumping up from your seat you rush to quickly put the dining table between you ans Sakusa. “Come here, y/n.” Sakusa says menacingly, his choice of weapon - a spraybottle filled with liquid hand sanitizer in his hand. “Why the hand sanitizer?” You question. “You need to be cleaned up a bit.” 

“No, I don’t?” 

“Stop fussing, baby. I’ll clean you up real quick.” You squeal as Sakusa suddenly jumps over the table. You dash away from the table, rushing into the living room with Sakusa hot on your heels. “Stop! Stop chasing me!” You holler as you both circle the sofa, giggling at the same time. 

“Can’t, love. I must clean you up this instant.” He somberly states before leaping over the sofa. This time luck is against you as his long arm wraps around your waist, yanking you to his lap as he sits on the sofa. Pinning your hands above your head, he sprays the liquid hand sanitizer on your neck. 

You squeal at the unpleasantly wet and cold sensation on your neck. Sakusa grabs a handkerchief from his pajama pocket and rubs vigorously at your neck, easily removing the stain. And he only leaves you once he ensures that your neck is spotless.

”All good.” He smiles looking down at you. “Did you know that was supposed to be a hickey?” Sakusa’s eyes widen momentarily, but then he looks at the color stain on his handkerchief and looks back at you questioningly. You sigh, sitting up in his lap and explaining what a hickey prank is. “But if you wanted a hickey, I could just give you one?” He questions, looking at you judgingly.

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#haikyuu x gn!reader #atsumu x gn!reader #oikawa x gn!reader #kageyama x gn!reader #sakusa x gn!reader #miya atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu pranks

[rivalriotrenegade]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader Random "I love you"

About fic: Slight comic references, so if you know you know and if you don't that's still okay. Technically monster Simon Riley x reader but can be read as human Simon also no monster parts described so you can imagine whatever you want. As the title suggests the prompt was "random I love you" so Soft Simon Hours. This fic is for @midnightxsecretary (because they asked for more!) also @luvergirl777 because I think they'd like this based off a fic they wrote. One that you should totally go read after this!

Word Count: 593 (Short read)

Warnings: None, but GN reader.

It’s weird really, to see Simon acting so domestic you think to yourself as you silently watch him wash the dishes. The usual uniform has been replaced with a T-shirt and jeans and the balaclava has been traded in for a black surgical mask instead. You smile softly to yourself as you lean the laundry basket against your hip. 

It had taken Simon months before he felt comfortable enough to let his walls down like this. He had constantly been on guard trying his best not to let you see him down, but eventually you managed to peek through the cracks and slowly he let you see more of himself. Despite the fact that there had been plenty of ups and downs in knowing Simon the more you learned about him the more you grew to love him. All the bits and pieces, broken parts and sharp edges, all the things that made him him.

“Hey Simon?” You call out. 

“Yeah?” He replied without looking at you, too focused on finishing the task in front of him to bother turning around when he could hear you perfectly fine like this. 

“I love you.” You say, smile evident in your voice before you continue down the hall to finish your chore. 

For a moment time seems to stand still as Simon freezes… and just like that, with three simple words, you have shook him to his very core. 

You didn’t see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his hands grip the counter. You didn’t hear the deep breath he takes to calm himself and the emotions currently raging inside of him. You didn’t see the way he has to hold himself together to try and keep from crying. You didn’t see the hand he used to cover his eyes as he leaned over the counter because he wasn’t sure he could stand on his own two feet without his knees giving out. 

It had been a long, long, time since Simon Riley had heard those three words and to hear them so suddenly, for no apparent reason, hit him harder than any punch, bullet or knife ever could. 

He wanted so desperately to say it back, to tell you how much you mean to him. That if given the choice he’d take you over the very oxygen he breathes, because without you what purpose does his life have? He is a man who has lost everything. His mother, his brother, his sister-in-law, and nephew have all been killed for the sake of revenge. His teammates, his friends, have died in his arms. His very identity has been stolen from him, forcing him to live his life as a shadow, as a ghost. For the longest time he had lived for nothing more than to fight another day, to survive. But then you came into his life and for the first time in a long time he didn’t want to just survive… He wanted to live. 

But Simon couldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even know how to begin to put it into words. The strength and courage, the amount of vulnerability it would take to say something like that isn’t something he thinks he could handle. Someday, when he has found the right words and has steeled himself he’ll tell you. 

But that day is not today. As of right now he is doing everything in his power not to fall apart. Breathing in and out, washing the dishes in a circular motion, rapidly blinking his eyes and ignoring the stray tear that slips out. 

Hey! Hope you liked it. If not that's okay too. Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts, I love interacting with you all. Also feel free to send in your requests! Nothing too weird tho. Have a great day :)

#Simon Riley x reader #COD #Modern warefare 2 #Modern Warefare 2 x reader #Monster simon riley #John price x reader #monster x reader #x reader #love #comfort #angst #graves x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf #vampire #vampire x reader #fae x reader #fae #reader #konig x reader #mw2 #mw2 x reader #call of duty #gaz #gaz x reader #fem reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[dreamchasernina]

What was the moment u started liking kataang and why

Thank you for the question!

I’ve shipped them ever since I can remember honestly, ever since I was 16 and decided to watch the show from beginning to end. There was a phase when I was like 12 that I kinda shipped Zutara but that was before the show even ended and I think it was mostly based on the first season. You could say I started shipping Kataang when I saw their last kiss at the end of the series, I found it so sweet and such an amazing closure to the show. The show starts with Katara and Aang and it ends with Katara and Aang, I always found it beautiful and that moment always brings tears to my eyes. So that was when I was 16.

So fast forward to me 28, I went through a really hard time in my life and I did what I always do to make myself feel better, I watched ATLA again. So when I finished it I was thinking - hey let’s see some cute Kataang fan art on tumblr. So I went into the Kataang tag and I was surprised to see so much hate for 2 of my favorite characters of the show. Rants after rants about how Kataang is toxic and forced and I was shocked…did we watch the same show?

Well you know what I did after that? I decided to rewatch the show yet again and this time to really focus on Kataang to see maybe it wasn’t as natural as thought it was. And you know what I found? That I shipped them even harder than I ever did before!

This time I kinda noticed the little things I didn’t before. Like the way Katara talked to Aang in the avatar state episode, how she practically told him she loved him. And then how she calmed him down in the desert episode (I’m also a sucker for the trope “the man loses his shit and she’s the only one who can calm him down”).

Then I guess on this rewatch what solidified it for me was her reaction to Aang getting shot. I watched that show so many times I lost count, but somehow this time watching it as 28 year old I felt Katara’s heartbreak so deeply, like the expression on her face said it all, how deeply she feels for Aang. And then in the Awekening, like my second favorite Kataang episode of all times, is when I was all like….that girl is so obviously in love with that boy, what is everyone else on? I guess they see what they want to see?

Like, it’s so obvious they’re each other’s person! They’re the ultimate friends to lovers and they just warm my heart so much. And so I finished the show and found myself starved for more Kataang content so I read the comics again, and I was being FED!

So that’s how I went from loving them as a couple to completely obsessed and I will defend them until the day I die!!

Mother/son relationship my ass, watch the damn show again and with your eyes open this time please! And Katara wouldn’t appreciate you adultifying her, she’s fucking 14! Sorry I just saw another anti kataang post and I’m fuming.

#avatar: the last airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender #kataang #aang #avatar #Katara #avatar aang #pro Kataang

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars” special edition: movies.

•Black, Red, Royal•

Imagine you and General Skywalker don’t get along at all, but for the sake of the Republic, you are forced to appear to work well together…Part II.

Warnings: based on “Red Blue Royal” movie.

Warnings 2: fluffy, light/comfort reading; bits of drama.

Warnings 3: *long* post.

***

• Anakin’s POV.

He is baffled by how all of suddenly you run away like that. Part of him is frustrated for your behavior, but another understands perfectly well.

From former rivals, you’ve begun to go further these lines. Friendship is not exactly what he aims now when it comes to you. And when reading your unspoken thoughts, he knows you are feeling the same.

But he is afraid of losing you as much as you are scared of knowing he is not loving anyone after the thing he had with Padmé Amidala ended… and not in the friendliest terms.

How could he tell you about her, how he was hurt by her actions? How could he tell you how intense he is? He wants to give all of him to you, knowing you deserve it, but damn… Anakin hesitates.

Watching you go is simply not enough, though. Specially now when is about to rain and the Jedi must not let you alone by any means. However, as he mounts his horse and rides after you, the male realizes he cannot live under shadows for so long. The idea of losing you is a weight he cannot bear.

Not anymore.

Anakin finds you after looking for your thoughts. The insecurities, the fears…sentiments he’s been familiar with come right to crush him. Because he knows he could dissipate them. But he never did.

You stupid moron.

Sighing heavily, it’s comical, when not tragic, this is the way he finds to love again. When seeing your fragility, displayed to no other’s eyes but his, he comes to his senses.

“Y/N…”

“You should not come over”, you tell him in defiance, refusing to look at him. “Go away, Anakin.”

“I am not”, the Jedi snaps back. “First of all, I cannot leave you like that: did you forget of your position? Second, would you please act in a more mature way and hear what I have to say?”

You may be proud, but not unreasonable. As you slowly turn, you find him standing right before you. Underneath some cork tree, you are oblivious to the storm forming not far from where you are.

“You are right. That was not proper of me to flee like that”, you admit it, though you avoid his eyes. “I just… I panicked. I’ve never been here, it’s an unknown path for me. All my life I’ve been taught to live by duty, to die for duty. But if duty must be the death of my liberty, of the way I think and feel, I am not prepared to be sacrificed. And there is another factor. I…”

You swallow hard, feeling your shoulders shake. Anakin, however, comprehends you more than you think. He soothes you, rubbing his hands around your arms before lifting your chin so your eyes meet.

“Don’t speak. I know. I understand… But if only had you not been so headstrong, woman”, he smiles and so do you. “I’ve been with Padmé Amidala for some while, yes, but we didn’t work out. She was the first woman I’ve loved and when we parted ways, I was really upset.”

That way, he opens up with you. When he does, Anakin sees you softening, listening attentively, at the same he can hear your thoughts, how sorry you feel for him.

By the time he ends, though, rain is already falling.

“Anakin… I’m really sorry.”

“So was I for a while. It has been some good years, I needed to move on”, he gently strokes your cheek. “Looks like I finally did.”

Your heart skips a beat and though you unconsciously draw your body closer to him, Anakin can still see insecurity playing behind your y/c eyes.

“I will not hurt you, love. I promise.”

You relax your shoulders before locking your arms around his neck. Ignoring the drops of rain that fall over your head, you tip toe before finally kissing his lips.

***

• Your POV.

When you get to the palace later, both of you are soaked. Thankfully there are not so many people there present to see the scene. Nonetheless, you are still all over him, never tired of kissing his lips.

“I love you”, you profess your sentiments ardently. “My general, my knight.”

He smiles at you. It is such a sight to behold, you make no effort in hiding how you feel. His blue eyes are so inviting…

“I love you, my princess”, he takes your hands and kisses each. “Thank you for bringing me back to life”.

It’s all good indeed. For now, though. After you part ways, there is a meeting happening. Not just after you come clean from your bath, now dressed in green, you are rushed to the main room. There, you are waited and judging by their grave faces, you expect the worse.

“General Grievous has landed here”, Anakin tells you with no ceremony. “You must go right away, my lady.”

“Go?”, you pale before the suggestion. “Go where? I cannot abandon my planet when my own position is weak!”

“There is no other option, Madame”, intrudes the Prime-Minister. “The Jedi is leading you to a safer place. General Rex staying to fight such an enemy.”

You exchange pained looks with Anakin, but he doesn’t show any emotion, a wise move you try to follow. But due to your reluctance, you are told:

“Madame, we need to preserve you. There is little to be gained under an attack. Maker forbid, but if Grievous takes you, we are no more. Your mere existence means resistance.”

“Very well, then. I will do what I can. Where should I go to?”, you ask cooly.

“We must leave right away”, says Anakin in a tone that doesn’t accept any argument. “I shall not leave any instructions to where we are going for obvious reasons. However, Rex is my right hand here. I am counting on you to gather the best men and delay Grievous as much as we can.”

“We won’t fail you, Sir”, says Rex.

What happens next is all too fast for you to process. You leave one lady in waiting behind so the poor woman is disguised as you to fool the enemy in case there is an invasion of the palace. All the whilst you are taken like a fugitive under a black cape to Anakin’s ship.

“We are doing for you and your planet”, Anakin breaks the tension as he carefully helps you going inside the ship. “Hence what I was designated for: to look after you.”

You agree, albeit reluctantly. Soon, you take your seat and wait as he starts to pilot away from all you’ve ever known.

***

• Anakin’s POV.

He doesn’t appreciate when you are silent. When you are quiet, nothing seems to fit well. He prefers to hear you babbling, speaking about nonsenses that having you staring out the window in sad contemplations.

Right after he told his master about the current situation of your planet, Anakin decides to make you chatty again. He thus chooses a topic that, although he hopes not to get you overly upset about it, will make you talk. And he does like to hear you talking.

Though since he stepped in planet Y/C, he already knew your background, the Jedi wants to hear from your point of view.

“So, what’s with the need of getting yourself married to preserve the crown?”, Anakin inquires, a smirk popping on his lips when perceiving he gets you smiling quietly. “I mean, do you have any suitors already?”

You sigh.

“I don’t know yet, to be honest with you. At least, where marriage is concerned I was permitted to choose my consort—as long it proves to be a decent choice”, you grimace. “My Council states I’m in the prime of my age so I must not take long to get married and produce an heir.”

“How so?”

It’s when you tell him about how you come up to the throne. Your parents descended from a long line of princes who always had a good relation with the Galactic Senate. However, when your father passed the throne to his eldest son, a civil war erupted—mostly because he married twice, and one son’s claims did not recognize the other’s. Whatever it was, the eldest was the victor and reigned for many years.

But when you were 15, the clonic wars had started and it did not take long before your brother went to fight it—only to get him killed in the process. You thus inherited his crown, and have been the princess since then.

Ten years have passed, but now there’s a growing concern that the royal lineage doesn’t die with you and is interrupted by moving to a distant cousin.

“I’m sorry about that”, Anakin muses. “It’s a lot of pressure to put on you.”

“I’ve been delegating these matters for a while, eventually aware this would come to surface”, you shrug.

“But what are your thoughts about marriage? Have you never fell in love with anybody?”

“I have, but they were not suitable choices”, you tell him rather peacefully. “They live in the past now.”

“But why weren’t they?”

You smile at his curiosity.

“They were not aristocratic enough.”

“Oh”.

“Oh indeed.”

You two share laughters. After that, Anakin felt compelled to talk about his relationship with Padmé in other perspectives. It feels good, he thinks, to speak about the past without feeling the weight of it.

“I hate to break the gossip moment”, says Anakin. “But we arrived.”

“Where are we?”, you inquire, eyeing lots of floresta and great buildings so different of what you are used to.

“Alderaan. The Organas allowed us spending some time here. They are not present at the moment, but left one royal residence for us to stay until the situation in your planet is resolved.”

Anakin notices you are anxious to get yourself comfortable and get to know the new surroundings, already feeling strange by it. Once he lands the ship and helps you out of it, he ensures to make you feel easy about it.

“Everything will be all right, princess. I am not letting you go. Do you trust in me?”

“I do”, you speak confidently, earning him a side smile.

“Good. I like your conviction.”

But before he leads you inside, Anakin feels his hand being pushed. He turns and smiles at you.

“Yes, love?”

“You are staying with me, aren’t you?”

Anakin knows what weights under your words, even if you are not entirely sure about them.

“Yes, darling. I will.”

Saying so, he kisses your forehead.

***

•Your POV.

You are too agitated to fall asleep. These are new chambers that you were allocated to, and as comfortable they are for someone of your rank, they are not yours. The bed and the sheet are different.

You glance up at the white ceiling, thoughts running in the back of your mind. You don’t wish to feel rude or ungrateful, but homesick is a heavy burden that takes your sleep away. Specially when you remember all too well when your brothers fought one another and in short period of time they died, leaving you alone in this world.

You had your ladies, most of whom had served your mother and played a maternal figure to you, but they are gone. You had your political council, but are they trustworthy?

You turn in your bed again and again. Then you decide to see whether Anakin is awake: his bedchamber is close to yours, linked by one door and a small corridor. You tiptoe discreetly, sliding in and ensuring no sound is heard when…

“I know you are there, Y/Nickname”, his voice startles you. “There is no need to be discreet. I’m wide awake.”

As you enter his quarters, you find him dressed in pajamas with a hologram in his hand and a book in another. Upon the look of confusion evident in your face, he explains:

“There was a book left here for my leisure and since I couldn’t sleep, I went for it.”

“What about the hologram in your hands, though?”, you ask, leaning against the wall as your eyes scan him.

Anakin’s hair is growing and there are some curls already dropping in the back of his neck, giving you a sight to behold. His eyes show some tiredness, but you can spot the restlessness too. Yet when he side smiles at you, you are pretty sure your knees go weak.

“My Master called me a few minutes ago and we catched up a little.”

“How’s Ahsoka? Is she the one mentored by you?”

“She is, she is. Now, Y/N. Why are you up, standing there?” Anakin pats a seat next to his side and you easily obey him. “Couldn’t you sleep yourself?”

“No, for some strange reason, I couldn’t”, you say. “There are so many things going in the back of my mind…”

He puts an arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm gently before saying:

“This will pass. All of this, I’ll be sure of it.”

You side smile at him, avoiding his gaze for unknown motive.

“Yes, but I’m scared of what’s happening after it ends.”

“Look at me, princess”.

He lifts your face, making sure you do as said. When you contemplate those blue eyes staring into your y/c ones, you feel instantly drowned, pulled magnetically towards him. Slowly, you turn all of you to him, so one stays in front of the other.

“I love you. I will not let go of you, regardless of how this ends”, Anakin vows it firmly, sounding more possessive than he likes to admit.

As much as you enjoy it, you cannot deny the facts that you are forced to expose:

“But Ani, I am expected to…”

“To be married to someone of a good rank, I know.” His smile spreads. “I told you, Y/N, I am not letting go of you.”

Your face goes instantly pink at what he’s leaving subtle.

“Ani, you cannot possibly be serious.”

“I am”, he assures you, smiling widely. “I should be more romantic, but current situation prevents me so. On that aspect, Y/N, princess of Y/C, would you accept to be my wife?”

***

• Anakin’s POV.

When the time is due, he awaits at the aisle with Senator Organa by his side. It’s a small, very discreet ceremony with no pomp whatsoever. He is dressing sober robes, heart racing at the thought of seeing you.

No, not only seeing you, but making you his wife. Mrs Skywalker. It has a ring to it, he secretively smiles at himself for it. Indeed it is a ceremony that not even Obi-Wan is aware of—certainly he’d be judged for his bold moves in daring to espouse you, but there is the particular detail about Jedis being forbidden of forming romantic attachments.

Since Padmé, this is a rule that has not been applied to him correctly. But it’s been properly broken when you tamed his heart, when you got all the pieces and joint them together again.

So he waits, anxiously so. The Jedi rewinds in the back of his mind the moment Organa encouraged him to pursue the true delights only a genuine love would provide him after witnessing the way Anakin looked at you.

“We live in days of war, young man. You don’t want to collect any regrets.”

It’s been an incredible journey that got you this far. Who could’ve thought that he’d get married to this one woman whom he once found annoying? A smile curls upon his lips at the memory.

Then his mind goes completely blank when you finally come to his sight, dressed in white with pearls in pink, long veil falling from your head and lightly covering your face. Bail’s wife leads you to him, but from the moment you are there, everyone else is instantly forgotten.

“My love, you look like an angel.” He whispers when greeting you with a soft kiss pressed upon your wrist. “From the moment I saw you, I somehow knew I’d be redeemed from my sins.”

He smiles wide when seeing his words affect you, your eyes going to the hands now interlocked as a blush colors your cheeks.

“Oh Ani, you always succeed in making me speechless.” And when you rise your eyes, Anakin sees nothing but love in them, which makes him beam. “I love you.”

“And I, you.”

As the priest clears his throat, you are reminded that the ceremony awaits to carry on. Anakin smiles and you smile back. But it would take so little time before he is finally able to profess his vows as you do yours, thus making you husband and wife.

*

Finally, there’s this moment where it’s only you and him. No witnesses, no festivities nor concerns. Privacy at last. He comes to you, leading all the way. Suddenly, Anakin senses your unspoken fears. He knows what you are feeling, so carefully he turns at you and says:

"There is no need to be so anxious, darling. I am as yours as you are mine."

Your shoulders instantly relax upon his words, which pleases Anakin. He gently pulls you towards him, charming with his smile that has always melted you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, he whispers at you, holding you like he’s conducting in a dance.

“I love you”, you speak with a hint of genuine innocence that warms his heart. “Truthfully I do.”

Anakin knows his heart is completely mended when he says:

“As I love you, dear heart.”

He rests his forehead against yours, arms snaking around your waist. The balance is thus felt…

***

• Your POV.

But blissfulness can only last for a few moments. Your planet has been under attack, and though you are saved, the news leave you greatly distressed. The worst is that there is little you can do. As Obi-Wan himself, your husband’s Master, told you, your life means resistance against the Separatists so you ought to be preserved at every cost.

However, you remain now under the care of Anakin’s apprentice, Ahsoka, specially because he’s been called to war.

The depart is, of course, too painful to endure.

“Don’t leave me alone in this world”, you whisper, not minding Ahsoka’s epic raise of eyebrows at how publicly you display affections to Anakin.

He too cares very little in hiding when news by now have reached Obi-Wan’a knowledge—but he does attempt to keep the Order in ignorance for the sake of Anakin… and you.

“I will not, this I promise you, dear heart.”

That being said, he kisses you.

“Ugh”, you both hear Ahsoka say. “Get yourselves a room.”

*

It is an unending anxious process to wait. Hours never seem to pass, and despite growing very fond to Ahsoka, as pleasant as her company is, your mind never ceases to torment you with possibilities that your husband might not return.

The waiting, however, comes to an end as soon as the door is abruptly opened. To your great joy, and certainly a relief for Ahsoka, Anakin Skywalker comes back to your arms.

***

Epilogue.

When looking at your twins, sleeping soundly as if they are two innocent beings, Anakin, holding you close, speaks:

“I bet the princess is giving me trouble like her mother.”

You giggle sillily, rubbing your nose against his neck.

“Oh, please. When do I ever troubled you?”

Anakin shoots an arrogant, smug look.

“Angel, when haven’t I been worried over you?”

“You fuss too much over me, honey”, you smile back at him.

“Looks like I have three to come…”

“A possible four”, you add mysteriously, making him beam.

“I’ve always wanted a big family”, Anakin admits when carefully holding Leia and you hold Luke. “Thank you, Y/Nickname. You are truly an Angel sent from above.”

You blush deep at how affectionate he sounds. Leaning your head against his shoulder, the scenario couldn’t have been other.

There is peace, you are restored to your crown, the dynasty is going to carry on with your children and your husband is next to you. What’s more, you are beloved and adored by your subjects and the family you’ve always wanted to preserve is growing…

“I love you, Ani. You complete me in every possible way. It is I the one to thank you for bringing the balance to my life.”

One look you exchange together and a kiss comes to seal every unspoken vow. The happily ever after you and Anakin sought is finally here.

#star wars #star wars imagine #imagine star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x y/n #hayden christensen #Anakin Skywalker x female reader #Anakin Skywalker x you #fluffy reading #love story

[ikeromantic]

Reading, Interrupted

A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 2800 words. This scene takes place in Chapter 12-13 of the main route and is told from Chevalier’s POV. Part 12 of a series.

First: Bravery Becomes Her

Previous: Rumors and Bad Tidings

Chevalier heard the Belle’s eager steps cross the library floor. He was not surprised she’d found him and would not admit to being pleased. His private library wasn’t hidden afterall. She burst into the room a moment later, full of energy and determined purpose.

“There you are, Prince Chevalier! Could I have a moment of your time?”

He looked up from his book, his expression glacial. “You just don’t learn, do you? I thought I told you the palace wasn’t safe. Have you forgotten already?”

She gave him a bright smile as if immune to his cold glare. “Of course not! I had Rio escort me to the library entrance. I want to avoid walking around alone, you know? Especially after dark.”

“A wise decision.” He hadn’t heard her hounds' steps at all. Curious. Chev noticed she had a book in hand. It looked like the one she borrowed. “Are you coming to return that?”

“Yes.” She held out the slim volume. “Thank you for lending Midnight Cinderella to me. I very much enjoyed the story. I finished it in one sitting.” Her smile was bright as she went on. “The commoner turned princess overcame hardships just to be with her prince and then they got married! For a classic love story, it was really wonderful.”

“It’s not something likely to happen in real life,” Chevalier snorted. When it did, there was only tragedy. The fall of their father was proof enough, if he needed it. Something he ought to keep in mind, especially in these moments when she was so near. 

The Belle nodded, still smiling. “Very true!” 

Her smile faltered for a moment, twisting in pain. It was only for a heartbeat, but Chev did not mistake it. He had been about to say something further on the ridiculous idea of marriage between commoner and royalty, but that brief moment stilled his tongue. Instead, he told her, “If you like the book so much, keep it. It’s yours.”

“Wait, really?” Her surprise was almost comical.

Chevalier shrugged, closing the book he had in his hands. “I don’t care for such unrealistic themes.” A statement made lie by the sheer number of love stories in his private library. He felt compelled to add, “I’ll never re-read it anyway. I remember every book I’ve ever read.”

“Every book . . . wait . . . you mean all of the books in here?” The Belle’s eyes widened. 

“Is that so surprising?” Her expression gave him an unexpected satisfaction. She didn’t look intimidated. She looked impressed. Chevalier could not help but show off just a little more. “The sequel to that book is there, on the second shelf of the third bookcase, 16th from the left.”

“What?”

Chevalier gestured toward the book. “Feel free to read it if you like.” His words had the desired effect. 

The Belle was looking around the room, clearly trying to estimate the number of books. 

Chev stood, feeling a certain wicked urge. He could not help himself, even if he knew he should. “Of course, I will expect some kind of exchange. Something of equal value.”

“E-equal . . . value?” Her eyes found him again.

He settled the foreign book she’d given him atop her head gently. “There are many other stories based on the legend of King Arthur, yes?”

Her smile returned ten-fold. “You liked this book, then?”

Chev shrugged, unwilling to admit how much. He only said, “It was very down to earth, especially when I consider the source.”

“Oh good!”” She beamed at him, ignoring the little jibe. “I chose it because I thought it was the kind of love story you might be interested in.”

“A kingdom coming to ruin over a love affair is no laughing matter.” He frowned, remembering how ridiculous the character Lancelot was. Unable or unwilling to control himself. “I don’t understand why the knight would get involved with a woman married to his king. He knew the whole time that it was forbidden!” It reminded him of another book that ended in tragedy. “I often read stories in which characters are driven to folly by love or lust but it is always difficult to understand.”

The Belle set a hand on his arm as if in sympathy. “If you ever experience a love that defies all logic, maybe you would come to understand, Prince Chevalier.”

“If that is the case, then I will remain in the dark forever.” He shook off her touch. That pained expression came back to her as he did. As if something hurt her, something even she was not fully aware of. But her smile returned in full force a heartbeat later, as if it had never left.

He was going to clarify his request for more of the King Arthur stories, but a commotion from the main library interrupted their conversation. Footsteps and raised voices.

“Hold on, calm down!” Jin’s voice, calm reason with a tinge of worry underneath it.

“It’s faster to talk about these things in person, right?” It sounded like Leon, running high on emotion and moments from bursting in.

Jin again tried to reason with Leon. “Please don’t go in there with that murderous look on your face.” 

Chevalier sat down and opened his book with a grunt of annoyance. 

A moment later, the door swung open so hard it slammed into the bookcase behind it. Leon stood in the entrance, golden gaze flashing. “Oi, Chevalier.” His gaze was fixed on the second prince for a moment, then he gave a start as he noticed Emma. “You’re here too?”

Jin waggled his eyebrows at the Belle. “Oooh what were you doing in here all alone with Chevalier? I thought those rumors had to be mistaken but . . .”

Chev could see heat creeping up Emma’s cheeks as she struggled to get a word in.

“They are mistaken!” Rio interrupted, almost breathlessly. “Emma is my future bride!”

This gave the Belle the opening she needed as she shook her head. “Rio is right except for the future bride part.”

“The way you’re denying it so adamantly is suspect,” Jin began but Chevalier was quite done with this line of questioning. 

He gave the three intruders a cold glare. “If you insist on wasting my time, I will cut you all down.” The threat would have run out any lesser men, but not these three. It did at least get their attention. “Now. Get to your point. Though I doubt this conversation is going to be worth my time, even when you do.”

Leon gave him a wry smile. “I’m guessing you already know what this is about then.” He took a step closer, looming over the seated second prince. Not that Chev could be so easily intimidated. “So . . . what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Leon?” The Belle never witnessed this side of Leon before. The jovial fourth prince rarely showed his fangs. She looked confused and a little worried.

This was precisely the reaction Chevalier expected and accounted for. When Leon reached to grab him, he easily pushed the man’s hands aside as if batting away an annoying fly. He noted Emma tensing as if to move between them, her lips pressed together with determination. But she caught herself, showing she’d learned at least a few things since coming to the palace. 

Chevalier smirked. “You couldn’t just wait til tomorrow, could you?”

“I don’t ever remember being taught to wait.” Leon’s words were almost a snarl. He waited for some reaction from Chev, but when there was none, he continued. “Are you seriously saying that we’re going to war?”

This made the Belle stand up straighter, her eyes wide with shock. “What?”

“I thought I told four eyes we would discuss this in detail at the round table meeting in the morning.” Chev didn’t acknowledge the Belle even with a glance. This . . . didn’t concern her. 

Leon’s hot-eyed gaze didn’t shift or soften. “I came here tonight to talk to you about it because it doesn’t need to be on the agenda tomorrow.”

Chevalier didn’t budge. He knew his brothers would react with such emotional outbursts but he would not give them the satisfaction of responding to every little whinging comment or tantrum. Especially not from Black. 

“Look at the state of our kingdom.” A pleading tone entered Leon’s voice. “We have no king and the influence of the anti-war faction is only growing.” 

“I see. So you intend to square off with Obsidian after they complete the development of their new black powder weapons. When they can cause absolute carnage on the battlefield?” He could not keep the scorn from his own voice.

Leon was almost shaking with his restrained frustration. “There are alternatives to fighting them.”

Chevalier raised an eyebrow. “There are. And if you want to go and surrender yourself to an enemy nation to become a slave with all our citizens, I won’t stop you.”

Something vicious flashed across Leon’s face. “You -” The rage in him tangled the words he wanted to speak. Whatever he planned to say was lost in a furious growl.

The tension in Leon’s body was so tightly strung that Chevalier expected him to lash out. If he did, Chev knew he was ready. He had calculated the risk of a fight with Black and the odds were in his favor. 

Jin intervened before Leon’s anger boiled over. “Alright. Let’s break this up for now.”

Leon turned toward the first prince with a frown. “Jin -”

“No matter what, you’re going to have a hard time meeting in the middle, right?” Jin was using his ‘reasonable’ voice. The one that irked Chevalier every time he heard it. “It’s going to be a real long conversation, so you should back off for now, right? Get some rest and tackle it fresh.”

The fourth prince took a deep breath and then another. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and then he nodded. “You’re right.” He turned toward Emma and smiled. “Sorry if I gave you a scare.” 

The Belle smiled back at him. “No. It’s alright. I’m fine.” She almost sounded like she meant it. 

Chevalier felt an uncomfortable prickling under his skin as Black reached over and ruffled her hair. He ignored it, pushed it to the back of his mind to consider later.

“Sorry for the racket, Chevalier.” Jin gave him a little nod.

“You should be.” 

“Well . . . we’ll continue this tomorrow.” The first prince gestured to Black to leave. Then he looked back to Emma. “You know, if you have any thoughts about this, you can speak your mind.”

She nodded and Jin gave her a gentle pat too. 

Chevalier felt his annoyance spike. If Jin made one comment, one sly joke, one double entendre . . . but he didn’t. The two of them finally left. This was a more positive outcome than he’d planned for. Not getting in a fight with Black would make tomorrow’s round table more productive. 

The Belle spoke into the momentary silence. “Rio, would you wait outside while I speak with Prince Chevalier a little while longer?”

“Alright. But if he starts messing with you, call me right away.” Rio’s blue eyes were hard and full of suspicion. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not even a prince.”

Chev held back a snort of amusement. Damn lapdog. As if there were anything the dog could do. As if there would be a need. Chevalier knew what the Belle wanted to speak with him about now. And it was sadly not the book any longer. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be disappointed. It was . . . nice . . . having someone to talk to about the books he read.

Emma patted Rio’s arm. “I appreciate that. But I’ll be fine.”

With Rio gone, it was just the two of them again. The Belle wasn’t saying anything, and Chevalier was impatient. “Well?”

She smiled and tucked a bit of loose hair back. The gesture was natural, graceful. He watched, remembering the silky feel of her hair and the way her eyes fluttered shut when he touched her. 

Emma spoke, blessedly unaware of the effect she had on him. “I have a request for you, Prince Chevalier. I want to attend the round table tomorrow.”

“Oh?” This request did not surprise him, but he wanted to hear her explanation. Why did she think it important to be there when she knew the topic of the debate?

The Belle nodded. “It’s going to be a serious affair that will determine the future of the kingdom. I feel it’s my duty to be aware of the discussion and the decisions. I need to know these things if I am going to select the next king.”

Which wasn’t wrong. But Chevalier wanted to push her a little more. He frowned. “How you feel is immaterial. The round table discussions are limited to the king and princes. You may be the Belle, but that does not change the palace rules.” 

“I see.” She pursed her lips in thought, already forming a plan. And Chev could see what it would require of him. Explanations after the fact, what was said, by whom and why, with what tone and intent. Emma would follow each of them around with her questions and her little notebook. Far from ideal.

“However, it would be tiresome to have you follow me around after the meeting.” 

Her brows rose. “What? How did -”

Chevalier smiled thinly. “I’ve told you before. Your thoughts are written all over your face.” Even now he could see surprise sliding into respect and affection. Only she looked at him with such softness. He sighed. “I’ll talk to four eyes about it.”

“So . . . you’re saying I can attend the meeting?”

“Yes.” He fixed her gaze with his own. “As long as you stay quiet and out of the way.” She looked so happy for this one small favor that he almost didn’t mind having to consult four eyes on the matter. 

“Thank you, Prince Chevalier.”

Chev nodded. “I’ll say it now. Don’t get the wrong idea. You have no say in a place where decisions are made regarding the kingdom.” He paused, remembering her habit of speaking before thinking. She often got into trouble that way. “Although, I do expect a simpleton to act the part. Just remember your place in being present.”

The Belle looked a little offended by that, judging by the tightness in her jaw, but she nodded. “Of course. I understand.”

“I hope you do truly understand.” He did not catch the hint of warmth that crept into his voice as he said it, only his layered meaning. Neither of which Emma gave any indication of noting. 

She gave another nod and then stood there, looking a little lost. 

Chevalier motioned toward the door. “Your dog is waiting.”

Emma nodded, clearly still collecting herself. “I - I guess then, I should say good night, Prince Chevalier.”

“You should.” He ignored the part of him that remembered how she felt curled against him beneath the sheets on his bed. The scent of her, the lullaby of her heartbeat. Chevalier did not have time for such things. Especially now. Especially with her. 

She gave a little curtsey and hurried out, leaving him alone with his books and his thoughts. Another night like so many others, stretching behind him and before him. And yet, this was perhaps the first where he had any desire to spend it differently. 

Next: Burdens of the Belle

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[thesurrendertender]

Why Jesus is a Seer of Life: an essay about the Homestuck Class and Aspect of the Son of God.

(Disclaimer: I do not, and I repeat DO NOT, intend to disrespect religion in any way. This is just my analysis based on what we know about Jesus and how it can be applied in the context of the classification of Homestuck classpects. If you think I’ve said something disrespectful, or factually wrong, please let me know!!! Also, this essay contains spoilers for all of Homestuck, and I’m assuming you already know at least the general story)

Hello :3 my name is Valery and right now I’m very into Homestuck!!! I really like this webcomic. Specifically, I’m very fixated on classpects because I find them incredibly amusing so I like to mix and match them and try to classpect certain characters.

If you don’t know what a classpect is, is basically a title given for a character in Homestuck. This title is based on a Class and an Aspect, like an rpg. There are a total of twelve Classes and Aspects, and every combination explains something about the characters. If you are interested in finding out your Aspect, you can take the quiz on the official test of the Extended Zodiac. I recommend it!!!

Now, I’ve seen some people talk about the classpect of Jesus, and I actually thought about it for a while. After a discussion with some other people in the official Homestuck discord, I came to the conclusion that Jesus is a hero of Life, specifically a Seer. Here’s why I think so.

Some fans tried to cite the canon context, by saying Jesus is a Prince of Life, an adjective canonically used in the Bible to refer to him. I haven’t read the Bible so I’m absolutely open to corrections, but I do not agree on this: firstly because in the context of the Bible, the title of Prince is far different from the meaning it has on Homestuck.

I cite: “Jesus Christ is the Prince of Life. This is true because Jesus has life like no one else; no one could take His life from Him – He had to give up His life (John 10:17-18). This is true because Jesus won life for His people on their behalf – He didn’t just win life for Himself, but for His people. This is true because Jesus gives life abundantly – the Prince of Life can give life. This is true because Jesus sustains our life, and He rules over life. In every sense, Jesus is the Prince of Life!” (Source: https://enduringword.com/prince-of-life/)

In this context the title of Prince is considered someone who gives life for others. But I feel like I need to give more context of how Classes and Aspects work in the comic.

In Homestuck, the Class of the Prince is a destructive Class, counterpart to the passive Class of the Bard. The Prince is someone who destroys Aspect, or destroy through Aspect.

an Aspect will always opposite of another Aspect: Space is opposite of Time, Mind is opposite of Heart, Rage is opposite of Hope, Breath is opposite of Blood, Light is opposite of Void and Doom is opposite of Life. In Homestuck, based on your Class, it may happen that you mirror your opposite Aspect, and this applies particularly to the Classes of exploitation like the Knight and the Page, and the destructive Classes like the Bard and the Prince.

All the Princes we saw canonically in Homestuck mirrored their opposite Aspect, even acting like they were devoid of their Aspect: Dirk Strider, the Prince of Heart, was schematic and rational like a Mind player, even defining himself as Heartless. Eridan Ampora, the Prince of Hope, was stubborn and bringer of Chaos like a Rage player, and stated to his friends that they were all Hopeless. Not only that, but he also actively destroys the Matriorb, the thing that would restart the troll race in a new universe, quite literally destroying any Hope his race had.

As stated before, the Life Aspect is opposite to the Doom Aspect: Life is described as the Aspect of healing, providing and empathy in the sense of searching for a way to help. Meanwhile, the Doom is the Aspect of fate, rules and empathy in the sense of listening to you and letting you vent. So, a Prince of Life would mirror a Doom player, in the sense that they start out as fatalistic and Lifeless, and as someone who destroys Life or destroys through Life.

Again, I have not read the Bible, but I think that even those who have can see that this description of Jesus simply doesn’t suit him. It’s way too negative and destructive for someone like him, someone who went ahead and said to love and respect. So I did my researches, and in the end I came to the conclusion that the Seer of Life is the best title for the Son of God. My conclusion is motivated by may things:

First off, the definition: the Seer Class is described as a passive knowledge Class, counterpart to the Mage, and is one who sees and sees through their Aspect. Contrary to the Mage Class that already has experience, Seers starts out not knowing much about their Aspect, and have to learn about it as they progress.

An example of this is my favourite Beta Kid and the canonical Seer of Light, Rose Lalonde: Light is the Aspect of fortune and knowledge, so Rose was able to see best incomes and paths on how to win the game she was playing with her friends. In order to fulfil their Aspect, a Seer has to search a way where their Knowledge can get to others, and we can also see this in Terezi, the Seer of Mind, when she gave clear instructions on what John had to do to fix the main timeline.

It’s shown that Seers starts off not having much of their Aspect in their life and/or are surrounded in an ambient that reflects their opposite Aspect, so that is why they must search and learn as much as they can. Also, it’s canon in the webcomic that Seers are able to see the past and the future, regardless of their Aspect.

This is why I believe this Class fits for Jesus: Jesus was able to see a peaceful life, where people could just love and respect each other. He was a preacher who talked to his followers, in an ambient where everything seemed doomed. He was able to see a better future.

And this is not all, because I also want to mention the biggest reason why I believe he is a Seer: the character of Kankri and the Singless.

The Singless was a troll who was able to see his pre-scratch self, Kankri, in a world where trolls lived in harmony and free of violence. He had followers who listened to him, and gave his final sermon as he was executed. His preachings were saved by his most devoted follower and lover, the Disciple, so that his memory could live on.

In a sense, Kankri and the Singless are the same person, and I believe the pre and post scratch trolls share the same Classpect. The Classpect of Kankri is the Seer of Blood, and it’s implied he was able to see the events of his post scratch version. Kankri also has the habits of speaking in very long speeches, and actively seeks to find the best outcomes and ways to make sure everyone is united and safe. This connection is also a reason why I believe Jesus is a Seer.

Now, for the Aspect of Life, I cite: “Those bound to the aspect of Life are the universe's healers. They are concerned with the betterment of themselves and those around them, as well as the onward march of positive progress. Deeply empathetic, they have an intuitive understanding of other's suffering and the best way of righting those wrongs. This applies to both physical and mental suffering, though it might not be a cure you'll like. They also have the tendency to put other's needs before their own.“ (Source: http://hs.hiveswap.com/ezodiac/aboutaspects.php)

I think this description explains itself on why I picked this Aspect: Jesus wanted the idea of a better world to live on, and many people rejected his message because his ideals weren’t liked or understood. He forgive all of humanity and put our sins before him, taking the responsibility of them.

That’s it!!! Let me know what you think. I conclude by saying I also believe Judah was a Thief of Doom and God a Lord of Space. I might explain why in another post, because this one is already long enough :3.

P.S: just to make sure people don’t need to ask me the same questions:

“Are you okay?”

yes I am!!! This took like, forty minutes and it’s all from memory expect the sources so it wasn’t that tiring.

“Why did you do this?“

I seriously don’t know why but the classification of classpect has switched something into my brain, I don’t think I’ve ever put so much energy in researching and analysis. I think I got fixated.

“Homestuck sounds crazy! Should I read it?”

I genuinely believe that it’s worth reading at least once in life, especially if you’re around the age of 13-18. It has one of the best characters I’ve ever read, amazing dialogues, music and animation, and i believe it really gets you if you’re able to read it all.

“Too Long Didn’t Read”

Jesus is a Seer of Life because he sees Life and shares knowledge of Life. He has connections with the character Kankri/The Singless, a Seer of Blood.

“What is your Classpect?”

While I’m convinced I’m a Hero of Heart, I’m quite unsure on the Class, because I relate to all the passive classes lmao. Right now I’m settling to the Muse of Heart :3

#homestuck #homestuck classpect #classpect #homestuck analysis #I should do my French homework right now

[moodymisty]

Hello, Jordan! I love the stories you write, at least the ones I have read (I didn’t want to spam you, so, I only reblogged one of your Crosshair stories)! I was reading your kinks and thought to myself I might have an interesting idea for a story if you are interested in it, of course!

So, I am a big fan of Alpha (ARC Commander Alpha from the comics) and Captain Fordo (From the 2003 cartoon). I haven’t seen you write for them, or talk of them, but your bio says you are a reader of the lore, if I am lucky enough would you be willing to write my thot for one of them? If not, that is fine.

Here is the idea:

The female reader is one of many civilians that join the Republic military following the first year of the war, and she trains and fights alongside (your choice of clone). She often disappears to remote areas of the base or Star Destroyer to write her own fantasies of being with (choice of clone). But this time, she can’t seem to find her data pad (I think that’s what it is called) in her footlocker that sat in front of her bunk. Not wanting to ask anyone who was in the barracks, she slightly panics until (choice of clone) clears his throat. Turning around slowly, she is horrified to see her data pad in the hands of the clone she often masturbated too.

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I was going over the kinks you have listed and picked out a few. I used their numbers so, please forgive me for being lazy. Of course, you can pick and choose, mix, and match. Since I picked them based off what I know or feel like these particular clones are like.

3, 9, 13, 18, 20, 25, 34, 40 and 41, 54, and lastly 72. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

With much love,

Notthatfanfictionwriter

Author's Note: Awww I'm so honored you like my stuff!! And don't worry about spamming me, it flatters me so much to see people people spamming my notifs i take it as a compliment. Lord knows i've done it before to people on this webbed site. ALSO.... fordofordofordofordofordo I love Alpha but Fordo. This was a fun experiment in making the smuttiness in the form of daydreams/thoughts, rather than actually happening. I hope you and everyone else enjoys the style change. I've also never written for Fordo before, so I hope it's ok...;

Relationships: Fordo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), a tiny reference to Face fucking, a tiny bit of dirty talking/voice kink, daydreaming,

''You're going to shoot yourself in the foot one day, if you keep whipping your blasters around like that."

Packing up your rifle in it's case, you look over to the clones beside you; Oone of whom was playing around with his blasters in a way that was a bit too reckless for your liking. He gives you a bit of a dirty look, while one of the other clones in his group claps his hands together and prays: 'Please let that happen please, that would be hilarious'.

His reaction makes you let out a chuff of air as a laugh, while his friend basks in his irritation. Turning away, you call the target plate you'd been using back to you, so you can clean and finish up. It's absolutely full of holes and well used, throwing it in the trash now that you're done training on it.

Maybe it would be a stretch to call it training however; As it's more just keeping yourself entertained and from getting even the tiniest bit rusty. Hyperspace is boring, especially when there isn't much to entertain yourself on a ship this large. At least planet side on base, you have some fresh air and maybe if you're lucky, you'll see a rare animal or two.

Taking your rifle case and leaving the practice range, it's a struggle to not let all the white and grey of the walls, ceiling, and floors, all blend into a blurry mess. It's quite late and the ships lights are dimmed slightly lower, in a way to poorly simulate a regular day night cycle. As such, it's late. You don't know how many hours it's been since you've last gotten some rest, but it's long enough that you're going to make a straight line right to your tiny little broom closet of a room, and lay down.

"You're going somewhere fast,"

You only look up one you realize they're speaking to you, seeing familiar red painted armor. One of Fordo's men, judging by the particular markings. His standing guard at his station at the crossroads of two hallways, the other person that should be with him seems to be missing from his post at the moment.

"Got bored at the range, and no one's roped me into training against yet. So I'm gonna try and get some shut eye." The trooper nods, his one note chuckle distorted ever so slightly be the reverb of his helmet.

"Don't let me keep you." You wouldn't mind having a chat but, unfortunately your thin, cold bed is a bit more tempting at the moment.

"Tell Fordo I said hi?" His hands shift on his rifle, nodding. "Will do. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear it." Nodding you take your leave, not keeping the trooper from his duties any longer.

While it can admittedly be a bit lonely at times being one of a few civilian fighters aboard a vessel full to the brim with clones, but at least you have your barracks to get away from it sometimes. A nice part about it being that only half of the beds in it have actually been claimed, and with the ship's work rotations always moving, it's not uncommon for you to be completely alone at times.

Punching in the code and entering once again it seems everyone's gone, at least until someone has the same idea as you to steal a little time for yourself. On a Venator class ship you're always on call, but at least for this moment, you're free. It probably won't last long at all but at least you can enjoy this moment of freedom, for as long as you have it.

Grabbing your personal datapad from your locker you decide that in your rare moment you'd work on a bit of a personal hobby. Maybe you can write a little bit before you get too tired to keep your eyes open.

It's more a guilty pleasure than anything; Some self indulgence during a phase where you have little to no time to yourself.

None of this will ever, ever see any eyes beyond yours, as it's meant just for you to enjoy.

It would be mortifying for anyone to lay eyes on it, just in general, let alone if they realized the main male character served as little more than a fog over what was pretty much Fordo down to the atom.

Gods, you were inconsolable. In the dark writing dirty little stories about you and the man you're infatuated with, your commanding officer, you might as well hide under the covers and sneak around as if trying not to get caught.

Opening the current thing you've been toiling away on you read all the way to where you had previously stopped; Right before things were starting to get good. Biting the inside of your cheek your fingers slowly type, trying to put your sordid thoughts to words.

The heat of your breath brushes over the harsh material of his armor, almost fogging it. You can feel his gloved hand on you, cradling the crown of your head with a firm pressure. He keeps that pressure, ever increasing, until your lips drag against the fabric of his flightsuit. The waterline of your bottom lip touches the fabric just for a moment, leaving a tiny darkened stain of spit.

The room has been nearly silent other than two sets of gentle breathes, but when he finally does speak, the deep rumble of his voice cuts through the still air like a vibroknife. It makes your thighs tense, pressing together as you feel the thumb of your heart beat in your cunt.

"Take it off for me. Or do you like the feeling?"

He doesn't have a name, but whenever you imagine him- it's always Fordo. It's so desperate and almost pathetic, but at least you keep your thoughts jotted down here instead of making a fool of yourself in the field.

Clumsy hands freeing his cock from the fabric you can feel the heat of it against your face; Against your lips as your wrap them around the tip. That unique taste, tongue against the head of his cock. His hand doesn't shove your head down to gag on him, but instead just serves as a weight, firm guidance as your lips slide down towards the base.

He keeps it slow, steady listening to the way your mouth makes the wettest, lewdest sounds as his hips twitch upward towards your mouth. He's only a small bit of pressure away from taking complete control, his chest rising and falling faster as he lets out a groan.

"Kriff; Come on, you can take a bit more. I know you can."

You know Fordo isn't talkative. He often times rarely if ever speaks until he absolutely has to. Would that change when he's exposed like this? Or would he continue to be a stalwart, silent man- peering down at you between his thighs?

Neither option is less preferable, but it's impossible to deny the desire to have your Commander 'command' you. That stern voice, maybe distorted by the echo of his helmet, or perhaps not, telling you in intimate detail what he wants you to do to him. Or what he wants to do to you.

Your mouth takes as much of him as you possibly can, the wet heat of your mouth pulling a low, shaking groan from him. Suddenly however he grips your hair and begins to pull you off of his cock, looking down at little stains of spit that dot either corner of your mouth.

"Enough of that. On the desk."

You can't resist the way your thighs press together just a little bit more at the ghostly voice of Fordo in your head saying such things.

Not as if there was ever a single bit of hesitation in your mind, you quickly come up off your knees, standing in front of him in the small space between his chair and the desk. With one hop you move to sit on it and watch as he stands, filling the space between your thighs. His hips force them to spread wider, hands moving to grip your hips and pull you close enough that you teeter just on the edge, grinding against him. You can feel the weight of his cock against your thigh, slick with your own spit.

His own hand lines himself up with your entrance, the other still harshly gripping your hip as he slowly, slowly-

Suddenly, a voice interrupts you from your thoughts before you can continue with them.

"Captain Fordo is requesting you in his quarters. Something about your next mission."

Your head suddenly turns on a swivel, only to see a trooper standing in the doorway of your small barracks. He's delivered his order and takes his leave before you even have a chance to recover from your surprise.

You have to go, as much as you might want to finish up what you'd been in the middle of. You decide to just roughly jot down the rest of what's in your mind, just so you don't forget.

Throwing your legs off the side of the bunk they hit the ground with a soft thud. You've been there multiple times, but not for anything close to the lewdness you think up when it's late. He's probably just going to update you on some innocuous report, before then dismissing you. As much as you would hope it would be a little bit more exciting.

Arriving and opening the door to his quarters it's the exact same as the last time you'd been here; Sparce and devoid of anything beyond the bare necessities. Not uncommon, for clone quarters. Fordo is standing close to the small desk towards the side of the room, looking up when he notices you. The way he perks up slightly isn't lost on you, though he presumably is just surprised to see you here so quickly.

And in usual nature for Fordo, he's right to the point.

"We're exiting hyperspace soon. When we drop planetside, I'd like you to take sniper support. Since our usual is still in the medbay."

Seems simple enough. You nod, making a mental note to give your rifle a once over before you head out. Not that it needs it, but you enjoy the peace of mind the action gives you. Better safe then sorry.

"Sure thing. I'll be ready by then."

He expects no less than that from you, and you haven't let him down once yet. He watches you leave, the door closing behind you. He has no need to lock it, so instead he sits back down in his chair, leaning back ever so slightly. Dark brown eyes glance to the left, and notice something unfamiliar resting on the corner of the desk.

She left her datapad here? Picking it up Fordo glances over the unlocked screen, before deciding to take a look. He doesn't really see any innate harm from it, until he starts reading and realizes just what he's gotten into.

The flush of her skin, it feels so hot to the touch it might almost boil. His cock feels almost in her stomach, impossibly deep and stretching her perfectly. Every move he makes the sound of skin on armor echoes in the small, cold confines of the room, now filled with the scent of sex.

He's rough; You feel any harder and he's going to leave marks. On your hips, thighs, the way his teeth scrape against the exposed skin of your neck.

Fordo in all his stalwart nature falters, reading the lewd words you'd written up and feels his face getting a bit hot.

The edge of the desk digging into your stomach it's impossible not to hear the way it groans until the battering it's taking, as he fucks you almost into the desk itself. Your hands grip the edge like it's a lifeline, toes curling in your boots as you feel your own wet arousal slick against your outer lips and almost leaking down your inner thighs.

"F-For-" A rough thrust of his hips cuts off your words before you even have a chance to speak them. Your legs tighten around him even has the edges of his armor rub uncomfortably against your skin, but you're too foggy minded by the way he's fucking you to care in the slightest.

You'd slipped up; And while you'd avoided using any names through hundreds, even thousands of words, you forgot and habitually wrote his name in once.

It's... Enlightening.

Fordo has long thought his secret affections for you were largely nonsense and had relegated them to a secured lockbox at the back of his head, so to see that it seems to go both ways, he's nervous but, hopeful.

He keeps reading, and soon finds himself immersed in your daydreams like they're his own.

You get back to your barracks in record time, still apt to finish your little daydream before you have to purge it from your mind again. The light flicks on the moment it sees motion, walking in the direction of your bunk. But when you reach to grab your datapad and get back to your little moment of self indulgence, you notice that it's nowhere to be seen.

Oh shit.

Where is it? You swore you'd left it here when you had gone to talk to Fordo, but then you remember that it had been in your hands, and the only option is that you'd left it behind in his quarters.

Which is an actual nightmare scenario, considering what is on it. There's more than a fair share of things you'd never want anyone to see, let alone him. You just hope you can get it back, before he gets a little bit curious. As no matter how cut and by the rules Fordo is, curiosity is a tempting beast.

Bursting off the bunk you quickly race down the halls backtracking all the way to Fordo, where you quickly open the still unlocked door. Once you do, you see the red paint of his armor, along with something in his hands. It seems like your nightmare has come true, even as you speak as if attempting to see that you've misread what is happening in front of you.

"Fordo? What are you-" He gets up from his seat, still holding the piece of technology in his hands.

"You left this behind." Your entire body freezes up. You can tell by the way he isn't exactly meeting your gaze that he absolutely saw what was on it, at minimum what you were currently working on. Gently taking it from his hands you hold it close, pursing your lips.

"You are a very good writer. At least, as far as my experience goes." Fordo hasn't exactly had the time to read to many things beyond reports in his time.

He, decides not to bring up where he'd glossed over his name, but instead uses it as fuel to say something he'd been hoping to gather up the courage to do for quite awhile.

He'll have to keep it a secret but; Kriff it. He wants a day off. With you.

"When we're back planet side, how about we get a drink." You're still wide eyed holding your datapad close, but can't help but nod.

Well, this all turned out a bit different than you'd expected. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."

#captain fordo x reader #the clone wars 2003 #Captain Fordo/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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Sorry Dreamling shippers for I have sailed to the shores of imaginings after comic canon… this contains major spoilers for the end of The Sandman, so please only read if you know the comic books or do not care if you’re spoilered. I could not resist, I need to write my thoughts down because I simultaneously love and hate the end of Sandman. This is based on and begins after “An Epilogue, Sunday Mourning”. (Also there is now a second part continuing after this: link )

Hob sat alone in his living room, nursing a bottle of wine. Gwen had left an hour ago when she realized he needed time to himself. He was thinking again about the dream he’d had at the fair. Walking along a beach...together with his oldest friend, and a stranger with long hair who he had met only once and who laughed very loudly.

“Why did you give me that dream?” he said to the empty air.

“To say Goodbye? I was at your funeral, you know. Everyone was, I think. Only then I really understood who you were… dream king.”

Hob sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling unshed tears sting in his eyes. “I know you meant well, but I didn’t need that dream. Now I’m just sad again...that you’re gone, and no-one will meet me in 94 years…”

“I apologize. It was not my intention to make you sad.”

Hob’s head shot up at the voice, unfamiliar and yet… Before him stood a man, more a boy, really, as white as moonlight, or bone or… Hob didn’t know. He seemed like the opposite of his friend, but his eyes were somehow the same. He was wearing modern clothes, what looked like tight jeans and a leather jacket over a hoodie – all of it white. On his chest gleamed an emerald.

“You… you’re not him.”

The being shook it’s white fuzzy chin-length hair. “No. I am Dream. But I am not Morpheus...the one who met you every century.”

“Dream…” Hob repeated in awe, finally having been granted a name to call his friend (not his friend, someone else – Morpheus, his name was Morpheus-) by.

The man nodded. “Again, I apologize for causing you pain. I remember our meetings and I know that… he was very fond of you. A part of me...wanted to meet you myself.”

The being named Dream lowered his gaze, almost shy.

“It is presumptuous, I know, but I was wondering…”

He looked at Hob with a face full of hope.

“If you would be willing to... continue our – your – arrangement...to meet every 100 years…”

Hob studied the other’s face and mulled over his words.

“Why?”

Dream’s mouth dropped open but he didn’t say anything. Hob felt a sharp pain twisting inside, and so he continued, ruthlessly, mercilessly.

“Why would you want that? I know why he did. He didn’t understand humanity, not well, not in the beginning. Maybe he understood it too well, in the end… and he was lonely, I think.”

Hob smiled to himself and took a drink of his wine. He looked away from the boy, at the floor.

“I never thought he’d be the first of us to go… have been wondering lately… if I should…”

The white chucks (honestly? Damn, kid) of the other stepped into his view and Hob looked back up. The young man’s eyes were glistening wetly and Hob was fascinated against his will. His old friend had never shed a tear in his vicinity. He had been angry, and very rarely, amused, if any emotion could be read from his aloof face at all. This one didn’t look angry, just sad, and lost.

“I understand if you do not wish to meet with me, Robert Gadling. I want you to know that I would not have you believe that you are forgotten, though. I remember… I remember… and I feel…”

Hob frowned. “What do you mean? Either you are him, or you aren’t. Right?”

Dream shook his head a fraction.

“I am not, and yet I am. I know you, like he knew you. I...care for you...like he did. But it feels like it’s a book someone has been reading to me, like a movie I watched from behind his eyes...”

He fell silent and looked at the floor again. His hands in his jacket pockets seemed to clench. “It is real enough for me that I know I miss you. But I know that for a human it must be impossible...to let go of the part of me you knew… to...accept me instead.”

Their eyes met and the air felt charged. Hob inhaled sharply and breathed out through his nose. I miss you. “So, what. You want to keep meeting up every century?”

“If you wish to.”

“I don’t know… it was kind of his thing, you know? It always felt like every hundred years was all he would allow himself. Didn’t want to get too distracted from his job, I guess.”

Dream inclined his head in silent agreement. Hob examined the other closely before he said: “Not you, though. I think you need to learn a bit more, and more quickly. You’re a kid.”

Did he imagine the barest blush on Dream’s cheeks? The young man opened his mouth to retort but closed it again. Hob grinned.

“Tell you what, Dream, I’m free this weekend. We can make popcorn, watch a movie. I also make good tea.”

Dream stared at him a bit wide-eyed and Hob thought he had misjudged. But then, slowly, a small smile bloomed on the young man’s lips. He stepped closer to the table and pulled one of his hands out of his jacket. As he put a tiny blood-red flower into Hob’s empty wine glass he said, still smiling:

“I look forward to it.”

#dreamling #own writing #the sandman fanfiction #drabble #the sandman comic spoilers #maybe there'll be more? #I don't know yet

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About

Hello! This is a new blog. I’m still figuring out the details.

I’ve been a star trek fan my whole life - it started with getting in trouble in kindergarten for staying up to watch late night tos reruns, and I watched all of tos, ds9, and voy as they aired. I tried ent when it first aired and didn’t care for it. Later as part of a project to watch all episodes in in-world chronology, I did watch all of ent. Still didn’t care for it. But it is trek. I watch all new trek, and for the most part I love it (pauses to side-eye Picard season three), but don’t have the same knowledge base with it because I haven’t rewatched it as many times. I’ve seen all of the movies but I honestly just tend to forget them when I’m thinking about what’s happened in cannon. I think they live in a separate part of my brain? I haven’t read the books or comics yet but I do spend a lot of time on Memory Beta.

Right now I’m rewatching lower decks & tos and that’s what I have on my mind.

Anyway, this is all to say that I plan to be inclusive with all star trek media on this blog, but not everything will get equal attention. There are just some things I know more about or am more interested in.

In particular, there are a limited number of options in tumblr polls, and there is a lot of star trek media out there. I make sure to put “other in tags”, or combine titles in a choice, in cases where every item can’t have its own little box. Yes sometimes my personal opinions influence how I break that up, and that’s ok, because this is something I do in my free time for fun.

You are very welcome to submit polls & posts. If you do, and I repost them, I’ll credit you unless you prefer to stay anonymous. Btw - this is how you can get more content around your favorite series if you’re not seeing as much as you’d like.

Right now I don’t have any rules about submissions. It’s possible I won’t post something that’s clearly prejudiced, malicious etc… but I haven’t figured out exactly where I draw that line yet. I don’t plan to gatekeep what is and isn’t trek. I have personal opinions about what I enjoy and what I don’t enjoy, but star trek belongs to everyone and it’s illogical to try to draw lines around what is “legitimate” trek for everyone.

I haven’t really figured out what to say about trigger warnings, spoilers, and nsfw. I don’t plan for this to be especially nsfw, but I do plan to cuss and touch on adult concepts sometimes (I mean how can we not talk about the many forehead vaginas). I also plan to add content/ trigger warnings that are obvious to me but I’m far from an expert about what the most important ones to include are. And finally spoilers are hard because most star trek media has been around forever and the fandom is here to talk about what happened in it, but some is brand new and it can be hard to stay completely caught up, and even the oldest series are new to someone. So I’m making an effort to consider triggering content, spoilers, and nsfw but can’t responsibly make promises on any of them.

And last but not least, I’m happy to block people who call me names. I’m here on my free time for fun.

Tldr:

This blog will be a mixture of:

Polls I make

Other star trek posts I find interesting

Polls & posts you submit

If I see a star trek poll I find interesting I may write the author and ask for permission to reblog here

This blog will not:

Gatekeep what is & isn’t star trek

Be completely impartial to my interest

Be completely sfw or spoiler free, or include all important trigger & content warnings

P.S. I’m in this for the tags. I absolutely love reading through everyone’s theories, favorites, stories, etc…. So if you want to tip this blog please do it by adding your star trek thoughts :)

#trekkie polls

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Not One of Many - Chapter Twenty One.

Huge thanks to everyone still reading this and offering lovely comments and reblogs, too! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,114

Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

“A cow’s heart? A bloody, fucking cow’s heart?” Magda’s eyes were so wide, they took on the appearance of saucers. “Mental bitch. Please, find out where she lives so I can go pay her a visit. I’ll knock her flat.”  

As it was well known, Beth didn’t condone violence, but she appreciated the gesture of solidarity all the same. “Has anything else happened in the last week?”

She shook her head for lack of being able to speak for a moment, her mouth full of the olives they were sharing while they waited for their respective men to arrive at the bar they’d been sitting outside of for the last hour. It was the four of them, plus Marcus and his wife Della. “No, or at least, if she has been back then I wouldn’t have known. I’ve been at Alfie’s the entire time and when I’ve popped home to pick up more stuff, I haven’t had anything sinister waiting for me.”

“Can’t say I blame you for not being in a rush to head back,” Magda observed, spearing another olive and popping it into her mouth.  

Beth’s eyebrows twitched, her lips twisting into a smug grin. “I’m not, but it has little to do with Talia and everything to do with Alfie.”

Her friend read between the lines sufficiently. “Mucky cow!”

“What? We’ve been together for six weeks; we’re still very much in the shagging each other ragged stage.”

“Come on the, indulge me. When was the last time you had sex?”

Beth looked thoughtful for a moment. “What time is it now?”

“Eight minutes past seven.” Magda picked up a napkin and playfully whacked her thigh with it, shaking her head.  

“About six hours ago.” The look on her besties face had Beth in stitches. “What?”

“You and your lunchtime nookie!”

“I didn’t fancy a salad.”  

“Oh, something more meat based, is what the lady called for?”

“It was definitely what my vagina was hankering after.” They both cracked up completely at that, Magda reaching to grip her thigh as she wailed with laughter. “Seriously, it’s him! He brings out the cock hungry slut in me. I’ve never been the kind of girl who wants it every day, I have things to do, I’m busy and so is he. But usually, we’ll have a quickie in the day and then something a little longer lasting at night, and it’s been like that for the last week. I’m loving it, but blimey, I’m sore!”

“Epsom salts, love. Put a handful in your bath water and it’ll help your poor, beaten up little cooch feel a little less like it’s had the sexual equivalent of being flung around a UFC octagon.” Magda couldn’t have timed that better, Beth spraying a mouthful of vodka and soda as she laughed, the comic reaction adding to her hilarious joke.  

“Jesus Christ!” she choked, spluttering as she wailed, Magda laughing so hard at her reaction, no sound came out. It was one of those moments she knew she wouldn’t forget in a hurry; just how damned funny her bestie was. It also took her mind off the fact that wherever she was while out of the house, Beth constantly wondered whether she was being watched or followed. If she let it take over her life, she knew stress would begin to form there, and that was something she’d be loathed to let Talia witness.  

Alfie was the next to arrive, shortly followed by Marcus and Della a few minutes later, then Dennis lastly twenty minutes later, exiting a cab and apologising profusely for being a little late. With their last person present and introductions given, the group walked down from the bar to The Ivy, where they had an outdoor table booked.

“Oi, I know what you’re doing, yeah. Stop that,” Alfie spoke quietly when he saw Beth turning to look around every few steps. “You can’t live your life literally looking over your shoulder. What can she do, ay? What can she possibly do other than make herself look like a complete nutter by sending pathetic attempts to rattle you, because she ain’t getting near you again, not physically anyway. You know I won’t let that happen, so don’t panic.”

“What about when I’m not with you?”

“Has she tried anything so far, when you’ve been out without me?” He had a point.  

She half smiled, gripping his hand a little harder. “No.”

“And what do you do if she does threaten your safety?”

“Pull my perfume out and spray it in her eyes.” He knew Beth wasn’t the type of girl who would physically fight back, not the same as Magda, who would have had no qualms about punching her straight in the mouth. A perfume bottle, as he reminded her, was a legal version of mace, though, and just as effective in disarming a would-be attacker. He hoped that Talia would never go to that kind of violent extreme, but he was questioning the state of her mental health to have done what she had so far. Her behaviour was far from truly sane, although he did still hope that she’d get bored and move on when she realised her actions weren’t doing anything other than casting a negative reflection upon herself.

Luckily, Beth wouldn’t have to worry about Talia and her antics for much longer, though, not for a while, at least. The purpose of the meeting that night was so that everyone could get to know one another before they all took a holiday together, their destination Alfie’s villa out in Santorini. It was a little last minute for Magda and Dennis, Alfie, Marcus and Della already prepared since they’d planned it months ago, back when Alfie had more than just one girlfriend. He was happy to be only taking Beth, though, and her friends as well who were quickly becoming his, too. He thought they Wilkinson’s were fantastic.  

The only hitch would be them arriving two days later than everyone else, on account of Magda not being able to get the full ten days off work required, so were flying out for a week instead. That mattered not to Beth; it had been a few years since she and her bestie had been away together, and after getting to know Della, too, they were all very much looking forward to it.  

“You know, out of all of Alfie’s girls I’ve met in the last few years, it was Talia I took to the least,” Della confided after they’d eaten, the women all congregated at one end of their table, the guys at the other, Marcus sharing a story that was currently causing Alfie’s booming laugh to fill the air. “I always thought she was snooty, very aloof with other women, not a girl’s girl at all. She’d have two faces, though, the one he’d see with the dazzling smile, and the one she’d surreptitiously show you whenever he wasn’t looking.” Beth had of course shared the current situation with her.  

“He’s such a sharp bloke, though! Surely, he saw it?” Magda voiced, shaking her head in wonder.  

“Like I say, Magda, she was sneaky with it, until her paranoia obviously forced her mask to slip. I mean, what Beth wrote in her article about the possibility of being part of a poly relationship making these women display such behaviour was a very valid point, but I believe she was like that all along and just kept it very well hidden. She wanted him all to herself, that girl. It’s why she’s seemingly unable to deal with your lovely friend here having just that. I do not doubt that she is questioning ‘why her and not me?’ over the way things have ended up.”

It hadn’t been lost on Beth, that this was likely the reason for her antics, the jealousy eating her up that she’d taken the place of three others in Alfie’s heart, but most of all her.  

“Yeah, absolutely that, you’re right. It’s the whole ‘what’s she got that I haven’t?’ going round in her head. Some women, they just live to compare themselves to others,” Magda chirped, Beth nodding vigorously as Della made a ‘ummhmm’ noise into her wine glass.

“I think if we’re brutally honest, we have to concede we all are, and it's how society wires us! I absolutely see it as a societal pressure, to be the best, to have it all.” Beth began, sipping her wine, about to sink her teeth into the topic. “I recently submitted an article reflecting such, in fact. No, but back to Talia. If she couldn’t see that it was her actions leading to the breakup, that isn’t on me. Like I said to Alfie on the night they broke up, whether she was like that all along, or whether his situation stirred it within her, the onus was still on her to adjust her behaviour in light of what she felt. She should have walked away when he told her he wasn’t about to cease enjoying Mimi and Amira together sexually, and why should’ve he?”

“I don’t want this to sound bitchy, or that I’m stirring or insinuating anything, but do you think he misses it, having multiple girls, perhaps on a sexual level? I’m sorry if that isn’t a question I should ask, but I just get the impression I can with you,” Della asked, taking her hand and squeezing to signify she meant absolutely nothing negative.

“No. I keep him very well catered to, sexually.”

Della smiled with mirth. “I sense you’re a naughty girl, Beth?”

Her eyebrows fluttered, her mouth tilting into a slight smirk.

“She’s bloody filthy!” Magda chimed. Della’s entertainment grew by the second.

“There's a reason why he calls me baby beast,” she began, the women all huddling a little closer, Della making a little noise of surprise. “He says I’m his sexual match, that he does things with me other women have never been comfortable enough for, never had the bravery to indulge in, but I trust him and that’s huge for him. He pushes me to my absolute sexual limits, we’re very adventurous with that. Honestly, he’s made me almost pass out before, it’s been so much! But he’s so experienced in it, how to treat someone submitting to him entirely that he’d never actually let that happen, and that in itself is a turn on. He’s just... he’s the best. I swear. Our sex life is wildfire!”

The woman gaped, open mouthed and giggling. “And I don’t mean to sound like one of those women who brags just how electric the sex she’s having is,” she was quick to add, Della waving her hand dismissively.

“Honey, we’ve been there, you’re all brand new and still raging for one another. Mind you, I expected for Marcus and I to calm down eventually and we never really have. It’s something about these powerful businessmen. They either have the desire to relinquish that control once in the bedroom, or they dominate in there, too. My husband is definitely the latter!”  

“I’m lucky if Dennis takes his bloody socks off,” Magda joked with an eye roll, the other women laughing raucously. “No, I joke. He’s still got the right stuff, my hubby. Usually when he’s had a few drinks and likes for me to blindfold him.”  

They sat swapping sex stories while enjoying more wine sent their way courtesy of Alfie, who winked at Beth, mouthing ‘love you’ at her, glad to see her and Della getting along well. It was very important to him, that she amalgamated into his world seamlessly. By the end of the night, the three women could barely wait to spend time with each other again in Greece two weeks from then, Beth and Alfie getting into a black cab, the former definitely feeling a little giddy from the wine.  

“Oh yeah?” he muttered quietly, looking between her and where her hand trailed very high up his leg.  

“Yeah. I’m so fucking cock hungry right now. You need to throw me down and fuck me as soon as we get home. I mean it, I want it brutal, I want it hot, I want everything you have to give me.” She ran her tongue up the side of his cheek, Alfie making a very appreciative face before turning to kiss her. “I’m wet just thinking of you being inside me.” Drunk Beth was naughty Beth, he was beginning to learn, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe, her hand discreetly pushing down her skirt and touching to the wetness within her underwear, removing it to push her dewy finger into his mouth.  

He rumbled a groan, his cock beginning to stir. “Oh, darlin’. You’re gonna get it.” Thank fuck the taxi ride was only nine minutes from The Ivy back to his home. As soon as they were through the door, they were wildly invested in undressing one another, Alfie pinning her against the wall, his hands gliding up her sides and pulling her top off, hers unfastening his shirt with the kind of impatience that led to it being ripped open, buttons scattered across the floor as they staggered along again, raging for one another.  

The kitchen was where they ended up, the island once again the location for their deviance, Alfie lifting her atop it after she’d shimmied out of her skirt and heels. His hands clutched at her thong, attempting to yank it clean off her, her teeth sharply prickling at his neck causing his cock to throb.

“Fuckin’ thing!” he growled when the material refused to relent, grabbing a knife from the block and sliding it between flesh and lace, literally cutting it from her. It was about the sexiest thing Beth had ever experienced, his hand yanking it away, pulling his cock from within the confines of his trousers and plunging into her with a hard thrust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cried out each time his hardness hit her deeply, filling her entirely to the hilt again and again as her inner muscles squeezed around him, enveloping him in slippery warmth. Pushing her back slightly he bent to lick and suck at her hardened nipples, pushing her all the way back until she was flat against the cold surface of the counter.

He then yanked off his trousers and boxers and vaulted up onto it, pushing her legs apart and plunging himself back into her, their mouths connecting again as he ran his fingers through her hair and began to pump into her at a furious pace. In her drunken state, he was everything and more that she needed, the weight of her man on top of her, the heat of his skin as it slid against hers, his thick cock ramming her voraciously as he groaned without reserve.  

Sliding his arm under her leg he then levered it up, her knee touching her shoulder and allowing for the kind of deeper penetration that made her virtually whimper with ecstasy, his hand gently clutched at her neck as they continued to kiss, every nerve ending within them ablaze of lust. It was so hot, so erotically charged that she felt light headed with pleasure, crying out breathlessly, his public bone grinding against her clit with every single thrust that invaded her. God, he knew how to fuck.

Looking up at him she felt her heart skip several beats, Alfie resting his forehead to hers and running his fingertips down her cheek before he began kissing and licking the side of her neck, Beth closing her eyes and feeling a hot, tight ball of pleasure start to pulse within her.

It was heated, primal, raw sex, their moans filling the kitchen as they kissed wildly, hands all over each other. “Oh god, ahhhh!” she cried out, her body tensing and moving against him in perfect sexual sync, her nails trailing sensuously down his back and her groans becoming louder, lost in the abyss of complete sexual euphoria.

Her breathing became ragged as he began moving so hard and quick within her dripping wet cunt that his guttural groans of an all-consuming, white-hot orgasm were the catalyst to her own, both beyond control as they slipped over the edge, the build-up now giving way to the utter divine.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her body jolting against his as the pleasure consumed her completely, her head falling back against the island as she closed her eyes, her head spinning. It had nothing to do with the alcohol she’d consumed either. This was one hundred percent cock drunk from being fucked so thoroughly. But Alfie being Alfie, she knew he would be nowhere near finished with her.

Taking her upstairs, he went about proving that to her immediately as well.  

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons smut #Alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie solomons x oc #modern alfie solomons #alfie solomons au #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fic #tom hardy smut #tom hardy x ofc #tom hardy x oc #peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders au

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SCHIZOPHRENIC HINATARD

@animegirls-love

Lmao! Why so aggressive? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA😂

Thank you for your efforts! Much appreciated. I feel loved.❤

You called me a hypocrite when your hypocrisy is showing in every content that you post. Even came to the point of disregarding Naruto and Sasuke's friendship and solely focusing on Naruto and Hinata.  And how they were really made for each other. 🤭 uwu.                          

Clearly you’re mad of what I just said. That’s understandable. You hate everything about Sakura. I appreciate Hinata for sacrificing herself for Naruto. I appreciate everything she did because we all know she loved him. I hate her character but at least I tried to appreciate her kindness to the MC. So try to understand Sakura as well so both sides could be respected okay? If you don’t want to then okay. Stay close-minded and eat shit about my NaruSaku content. Walakompake

I thought you were worth arguing with. Turns out you’re that kind of Hinatard. I’ve dealt with much better Hinata fans and you’re just plain funny and idiotic. So disappointing.

Providing evidence which u think is credible to prove your point from an obvious biased source. Or did you make it yourself? You showed panels that included Sakura’s flaws and ignored everything else. Hypocrite.

*sigh*

I was right. You’ve had a somewhat rough childhood. I feel sorry for you. And now you’re lashing out on me. Calling me stupid for mistaking comic relief and what you call abuse. You don’t understand the dynamic do you? Did it show that Naruto suffered from her hits? Did it show in the other panels? Where? Did you see any flashbacks of Naruto telling "Oh kami help me. Sakura hits me all the time. I'm suffering because of it" It’s for comic relief for God’s sake. Who hurt you?

You’re forcing me to stop liking NaruSaku because of your personal ideology about NaruHina? I’m defending NaruSaku because of gatekeepers like you. It's true that they ended up together and had kids but you forcing us to stop and shut up? Who are you? A Hinatard for sure. We have the freedom to support who we want. And what you gonna do? Post shitty content about us and Sakura? Add to your list: Brain Check. Just like you don’t want to stop yourself from supporting NaruHina, I want to support NaruSaku all the way. I want to understand you. I really do. However, most of your explanations make no sense and were purely based on personal beliefs. Trying to justify everything. Which is actually pathetic. Turning Naruto into a romance anime is what you’re implying based on your posts. 

I was not referring to NaruSaku in the movies because I know they’re all fillers. I’m referring to them in the actual manga while most of the NaruHina moments were in a movie or anime fillers.

You are stuck at Sakura part 1 while everyone moved on. You’re too focused on Sakura’s flaws when a true Naruto fan understands her. Kishimoto said that Sakura reflects a person’s traits in real life. The reality. The true nature of a human being. You saying she is trash basically translates you’re stuck in a delusion of perfect hinata. You ignored everything good involving Sakura and focused on her flaws, her strong personality is her strength. Or maybe you feel inferior when someone shows a strong personality. Inferiority complex? You turned a blind eye when it came to her saving and protecting Naruto and tried to argue that it was all for Sasuke only. When clearly Hinata’s the one who only focuses on one guy and practically ignores everyone. Almost in every panel she appears she could only say, “N-Naruto-kun”.

In the war arc where poor Neji died (he didn’t deserve to die for the sake of NaruHina), his corpse was lying in front of Naruto and Hinata and the girl had the time to think about Naruto’s big and strong hand. *cough cough* …that's screwed…

You said she was the only and first one who stood by Naruto’s side? HAHAHAHAHAHA please tell me you’re joking. I thought you read the manga?Oh maybe it was from the Last. hmmmmm. Not a great weapon to use in an argument though. And the love based on the rivalry thing? Hmmmmm. Really? You’re gonna use that? You’re underestimating Naruto’s friendship with Sasuke. Why? Too absorbed with Hinata? They spent time as a team, yes but for how long tho? I’m starting to believe you’re a troll. Therefore not worth my time. 

Since they were young Hinata follows Naruto almost everywhere, hiding and just watched😁 She never really knew Naruto because she didn't have the nerve to talk to him. She was in love with the idea of him. When she gathered up the courage to approach him, this was regarded as friendly by Naruto. Not romantic. She in love with the idea of him and his kindness towards her because no one else did these things for her before.

Again you keep on underestimating Naruto’s ability to love like other Hinatard. Because he didn’t receive love first hand? Are you disregarding Iruka? Mr. Jiraiya? And any other characters who showed him what love truly meant? He truly loved Sakura but couldn't confess because he felt unworthy because of the promise. It was said in the manga chapter 457-549. Then was confronted by Sai which led to her "fake" confession even if it meant Naruto hating her afterwards. Overall, Naruto feels unworthy of Sakura's love because he couldn't fulfill his promise to her and Sakura feels unworthy of his love because she knows she hurt his feelings and was clueless about how much of a burden the promise of a lifetime really is. Sakura wanted to lessen the burden and carry it all to herself. All for Naruto.

Don't get me started with the fight against Orochimaru when Naruto turned into 4 tails because of Sasuke. Sakura knew this was hurting him and chose to charge at him even though she absolutely knew that she was going to get hurt. All for Naruto.

Sakura has this habit of blaming herself once in a while because she knows her mistakes. She’s perfectly  aware of how she treated Naruto back in the genin days. But did she deserve all the hate? No. The problem with some people is once they see something wrong, they refuse to see the improvement of that person. Close-minded I should say. The important thing is she learned and she was just a child. Gosh the repetition and the ignorance of Hinatards. What I was pointing out was that in order to save Naruto’s life, Sakura contributes by offering her skills which are her medic skills. If it was not because of her determination to keep him alive, Naruto would be long gone. Did you not understand that? That’s your problem.

We love Sakura because she’s grown from her fangirl self to a selfless woman. She’s strong. The strongest kunoichi in konoha rather. She’s kind and funny. Always straightforward. She used to be weak but her fierce determination made her the admirable woman that she is today. Sakura’s willing to accept the hate if it means of protecting both of her teammates.

You’re annoyed at young and teen Sakura and I’m annoyed at young, teen and adult Hinata. Suck it up.

Everyone knows Sakura claps Hinata. Stay mad HAHAHAHAHAHAAH

In that one pic where it said that it’s all about Naruto being happy and not Hinata getting what she wants. Yeah I can totally see that he’s really happy in Boruto… Very much…*cringe

Some NaruHina Fans admits that their ship was forced so. 😗

The lies you tell. The manipulation. Disgusting.

Anyways, I know that this will be ignored again because you’re egocentric. If you don’t like my NaruSaku content, that’s okay. We NaruSaku fans don’t gatekeep you Naruhinas because we know we all have our own perception about our ships so try to be a decent human being and stop being so self absorbed. You're sounding like Amber Heard.

Taenammo langkwenta ung mga pinagsasabi mo. Ambobo.

Okay much love! Thank you for the entertainment! I enjoyed it! Stay tuned for my NaruSaku content then you can talk shit about it for all I care HAHAHAHAHAhA Oh you forgot to gatekeep me from the NaruSakuMonth post that I made. Please do. It would be my pleasure. Here's the link : Thank yoowww❤✨️

#sakura haruno #anime #naruto shippuden #team 7 naruto #naruto #haruno sakura #narusaku #anti naruhina #pro narusaku

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A Beginner’s Guide to Comic Books, Butt Stuff, & Homemade Limeade — 09/20/2022

Prepare to be sick of me talking about them filming this in bed together. Under the covers. Because I’m already obsessed

Under the cut because this got long

NO PLEASE THEM BOTH SCOOTING TO LAY DOWN

I’ve made it a whole 43 seconds in & I don’t know if I can handle how much joy this is bringing me

No but … okay no I cannot narrate every time they move lmao okay we are going to be totally & completely normal about this

Trixie being like should we narrate what is happening, what the set up is — I’m living for this

This is a space hotel

Not the free feet content lol

Katya for sure internally went Trixie you just said this same thing when you were in London

Katya touching Trixie’s elbow though

I have a bone to pick with the entire human race

We’re back on our HVAC bullshit We’re back on our HVAC bullshit honey

Excuse me Trixie pinching at Katya’s arm

Katya being a Desperate Housewives girlie makes so much sense

Omg the two of them comparing their feet lol

Aww Katya didn’t even know that Vanessa Williams went to the Radio City show

It’s Kelly’s show & we’re just there

Don’t cover your mouth that’s fine — no fucking wonder they both got sick in Australia

Please Katya leaning over laughing with her hand on Trixie’s shoulder

Katya visiting Trixie’s dressing room

I’m dying at Katya going no you look like ET 😂😂😂

I read books like the olden days

It’s so fucking adorable that Trixie is excited about these graphic novels & wants to tell Katya about them

You’re such a liar when you say that

And you know how I am. When I discover something new I base my whole personality on it for like six weeks What I particularly love is that you’re the first person to discover it though

I think about you a lot I AM GOING TO SCREAM

Also though like can we just have a discussion about Trixie making notes on her phone about things she wants to talk to Katya about??? That’s so sweet. So sweet

Now resuming screaming about Trixie once again admitting she thinks about Katya a lot

Whatever the opposite of horny is that’s what I am & I feel great

I can’t deal with them on this bed

🥺 Katya not wanting to leave her new house

Trixie being shook that Katya made pasta & garlic bread is way too unintentionally funny

I’m very proud of you Thank you

I’ve seen you sleep on airplanes … you sleep with a permanent frown

No please the thought of Trixie in London writing these little notes on her phone of things she wanted to talk to Katya about!

Idk y’all this episode is just really cute. The way Katya’s laughing at Trixie saying I don’t think that’s realistic, I don’t think that’s realistic at all

Hello?? Trixie saying what inspired me to try therapy in this Better Help ad — that’s amazing! Good for her!! 🥺 Aww that’s so wonderful

No literally that Secret Celebrity Drag Race outfit — what was going on there. Oh I fucking loved the song choice though

Why did they do that to you?

YESSSS LAILA CONGRATS 👏👏👏

Katya asking Trixie for bottoming suggestions

I’m a bottom but half the time I don’t even want to do that

Getting fucked in the butt is a lot It is a lot

I love Trixie saying when we’re done this tour in the spring we’re not doing this again … only to announce her own Australia six show tour

A brand new person who’s been doing sex to my decrepit body — a brand new personnnn

I love my life 🥺🥰

#kimmy watches #the bald and the beautiful #but your dad just calls me katya #oh honeyyyyy #trixya #trixie & katya #katya #katya zamo #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel

[imthecleric]

@zoomingupthathill​ said: ‘note’

[ x ]

Max -

First things first I never apologized for ruining that first Halloween you had with the party. And then subsequently making the rest of your life a living hell. And I don’t think a simple I’m sorry will do it, at least for the last part. Hopefully, it will be enough for the Halloween thing. And I am sorry. I had an episode, and you know what it really was by now, and then Mike was being... well Mike... to you so I’m sorry.

And those wont be the only apologies here, so you can shout about my apologies to my grave, or at my funeral. Please do. I only trust you to cause the havoc that should be there. If Mike gets mad, because you and I, and everyone else both know he will. Show him this as my explicit permission for you to get mad at me in the most public way possible for all my stupid apologies. It might even make my mom laugh a little. She hates the sorrys too.

Now, I know you never really liked D&D, but your a nerd just like the rest of us. Wonder Woman is a cool character, I think you would also like Kitty Pryde, from X-Men. I may be biased, because I really like X-Men, but give her a shot okay. For me.

Back to D&D, and I know you never really liked it mainly because Mike said no to your class idea. Which I think could totally work. Some of the classes need an overhaul anyways. And its not like both he and Lucas play subclasses of Fighters anyways. But I’ve been thinking, since like the summer of Starcourt. I actually think a baseline fighter, not Paladin like Mike, or Ranger like Lucas would totally work for your play style. With the right stats you could be super quick and sneaky, but also totally awesome. And you aren’t so limited in weapons, Lucas told me about how awesome you were with the nail-bat. Wish I could have seen it. I mean, if I was braver maybe I could have but... I’m not getting into that. Anyways, a baseline fighter can do so many cool things and we can create things based on fantasy and comics to work for what you want. Like a bait and switch, where you switch places with someone. And items, we could give you boots of striding to add to your movement. If you ever play, bring it up to the guys, Dustin would be your best bet.

Also pick to be a halfling, they can re-roll their natural ones. It’ll piss Mike off. I shouldn’t be saying that cause you know I lo... like Mike alot. I think you know how much. If anyone does its you and Jonathan. But I think it would make you laugh, and I’m all for that. I am not above laughing sometimes at Mike’s expense. I’m not there to do so, so count this as my blessing as his longest lifetime friend. Please carry on the tradition for me.

I’ve been kind of avoiding the elephant in the room. The fact that you’re reading this and I’m not there. No one was thrilled with the idea, which honestly baffled me as it seemed like the only option. Or maybe I was bit in shock that everyone cared so much. Either way, none of it was in vain. He’s gone. And if he comes back, then something tells me I will too. I am Zombie Boy after all. But he wont. You guys did it.

Be there for El. I know you. You will. But don’t forget about the guys too, they aren’t going to want to show how they really feel, they’re hurting. Don’t treat them any different though. I hated that. I hated when people thought I would break. They will too.

I’m not that great with words. You know that, art has always been my forte. But thank you. You have done so much for me. You have been there for me when the guys weren’t. You didn’t make me feel weird or left out that summer. You were one of the party I think from the moment the boys tried to get your identity out of Keith at Palace Arcade when you smashed Dustin’s Dig Dugg record.

I’m sorry I’m gone. And if you’re sad about it, I’m sorry for that. I like to think that any flash of red I see zooming by, is you. Even if its not, it’ll be a nice reminder of your brightness.

- Will

On the bottom of the letter is a fully colored halfling, in bright armor much like Max’s clothes she was known for wearing, with flaming red hair blowing in the breeze, she’s running about to take a jump to smash an orc with a weapon that looks suspiciously like a nail bat.

#answered #meme response #zoomingupthathill #tw: death #verse: tbd

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[Interview TL] Yatogami Fuma DengekiOnline Interview

Original article here

Ayakashi Odd Jobs owner, Yatogami Fuma interview.

The leader with preference in sweets and gaming somehow has many incidents involving his purse!? (Holostars: UPROAR!!)

――There might be people reading this article who weren’t familiar with UPROAR!! so please introduce yourself!

Nice to meet you. I run an Ayakashi Odd Jobs, Yatogami Fuma is my name! I like sweets and games as well! Thank you for having me today!

――In your own opinion, what kind of unit UPROAR!! is like?

I think it's a unit that resembles an after-school club, They have an image that makes them feel like "A place you would go to casually after-school".

――What do you think your charm point is?

My gap I think? I've seen people say the way I normally talk is very different from how I rap...

――If you would compare yourself to an animal?

A dog I guess...? Once I get attached to something, it'll be hard for me to let it go I think

――What is your favorite food?

Any kinds of sweets! I especially like the one with a sweet potato base

――Do you have any sweets that you'd prefer lately? Please let us know!

I'm currently addicted to strawberry daifuku! The one with big strawberries!!!

――Do you have something you disliked?

I don't like nylon-based stuff. The noisy sounds they make bother me a lot.

――A song you'd do good at during karaoke?

I'm not that good at singing, so I don't have a song I'm "good at" currently...

――Do you have a special skill you're proud of?

I've never lost in a game of tic-tac-toe! (laughs)

――Do you have someone that you respect a lot?

My parents.

――Do you have any recent games you're interested in?

I'm excited for Splatoon 3 that'll be coming out this September!

――Is there any entertainment content you're interested in currently?

There’s this one called TikTok. Back then there are only people posting images with music added but nowadays, it ranges from people, comics, games, business, dance, branding, and lots of other things making their own boom there. You can definitely check it daily and see what the current trends are!

――What's your current obsession?

Currently, it's VALORANT!

――What's something that made you laugh recently?

I thought I had lost my purse but turns out I somehow put it inside a fridge

――What is the number one thing that made you cry recently?

I reread Haikyuu!! lately and cried. I'm really weak toward school-club things...

――What was the thing you're most embarrassed about lately?

Once I bought a lot of stuff at the convenience store, and when I get to the cashier I realized I forgot my purse, so I had to say "Ah, I'm so sorry... I forgot my purse..."

――Please tell us a "god-like scene" from one of your recent streams!

On my recent Splatoon 2 stream, when it was shown that I was at 12th place (worldwide) it made me so happy I yelled in response!

――Please tell us your impression of your first special program "Jump Uproar!!"

I'm genuinely surprised since it was suddenly announced mid-livestream, even though we just debuted so having our own special program this early is something we didn't expect at first. At the same time, I feel very honored for the opportunity!

――Please let us know any interesting points from the program!

By doing various challenges in our everyday, We learn to grow together by doing these tasks and giving our all in there. As our listeners watched us, I would be happy if we could motivate them to "do their best" as well!

――After seeing the bridge's name, you quickly pointed out bungee jumping might be the destination there, do you usually have a strong sense like this?

Yes. I think I normally do. Though it makes me labeled as a suspicious person as well...

――How are you feeling after that bungee jump?

I felt like there was a sharp pain coming thru my insides...

――As the odd-jobs representative, what kinds of challenges you'd like to attempt in order to "create an interesting program"?

For now, I'd like to do lots of outside activities like paintball shooting, fishing, survival-ish activity, and adventuring! It would be nice if I could challenge a lot of new stuff that no other VTubers had attempted before!

――Lastly please tell us your message to the fans.

Thank you for all the support everyone! It's because of you that I was able to do things that I love, as well as challenging various stuff. I think your support is still much needed even now, that's why I will do my best so that I can be everyone's "Important Person" as well!

#type: interviews #topic: holostars #topic: yatogami fuma

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Unmasking Grandiose Delusions: A Journey to Authenticity

We dabble in two flavors of delusions: Grandiose and Ignoble. Now, hold off on that Google search — this isn’t backed by science; it’s just my unfiltered musings. Read at your own risk.

Back to what I was saying. I’m constantly weaving assumptions about the world and then jumping into mental gymnastics or actions fueled by these potentially flawed assumptions.

Let’s take my grandiose delusion as Exhibit A. It’s been my lifelong companion, though I only recently lifted the blindfold.

My entire life, I assumed every guy I encountered saw me through rose-tinted glasses. To be brutally honest, I believed every man thought I was the full package — smart, beautiful, and all-around delightful. I never entertained the idea that someone might not be smitten with me. This delusion persisted despite my solo status and the absence of Mr. Right in my romantic life.

Now, I admit a few suitable candidates did cross my path, but the big question lingered: if every man liked me, why didn’t one of them express interest? I don’t have to tell you delusion knows no logic, so I maintained my belief that every man, regardless of age or background, found me utterly charming.

Yep, every man!

If he was single, I assumed he found me cute and funny.

If he was old, I assumed he found me pleasant and interesting.

If he was nerdy, I assumed he found me smart and hot.

(Yes, I do recognize this is comically arrogant, but friends, please don’t judge me, I didn’t intend to be this way. I was born like this!)

I dub this Grandiose Delusion. You might wonder, “Why is this a problem? Isn’t it good to think highly of oneself?” Not so! Turns out, it’s a bit confusing when your self-perception and assumptions of external events do not align with reality. This mismatch led me to inconsistent behavior, unmet expectations, and guilt from self-serving behaviors.

For instance, if I sensed a guy wasn’t my romantic cup of tea, I’d tone down my personality to ward off any potential interest. So that I am not responsible for letting him down. On the flip side, if I liked a guy, I’d imagine scenarios where he is thinking about me etc. and I’d wait for him to make the first move, only to end up disappointed when it never happened.

Do you see the pattern?

I was altering my behavior based on groundless assumptions, potentially sabotaging chances for genuine connections.

The cost of acting on assumptions, whether accurate or not, ranges from time-consuming to a deep erosion of authenticity. Let me explain.

What do I mean by erosion of authenticity?

My core values revolve around peace, freedom, which is non-attachment to all things, honest connections, and collaboration — a manifestation of the timeless Law to love your neighbor as yourself. When I operate from these principles, I’m my true self, happy and fulfilled. But when I let assumptions drive my actions, I follow a different law: “What’s yours is yours, and what’s mine is mine and you ain’t having mine unless I need what you have.” This leads to a selfish, disappointing version of myself, hollow and worn.

But here’s the silver lining: although this delusion of mine is like a factory setting, I can choose to override it. By aligning my actions with my internal values, aka, God’s law, I can consistently behave according to the Law instead of according to my own understanding (or more accurately lack thereof).

And no, it’s not my grandiose delusion speaking — it’s me. I’ve gathered enough data to know that when I act in line with my values, grandiose delusion loses its grip on me. It might linger, but my actions aren’t swayed by it and I emerge victorious!

To put that in practical terms, overriding my grandiose delusions involves a two-step authentication process at the decision-making gate. I question every thought: Is it self-serving? Is it true? If either answer is yes, the thought is thrown out.

In a nutshell, basing my actions on internal values and principles, rather than assumed knowledge, lets me deal fairly with everyone. Whether a man likes me or not becomes irrelevant to how I treat him. I strive to treat everyone with respect, judging them by their work.

I did a quick Google search on types of delusions. I’m not sure if it’s from the DSM 5, but according to Google, delusions include persecutory, erotomanic, grandiose, jealous, somatic, mixed, and unspecified.

Be that as it may, but at their core, I’d argue that these delusions fall into two categories: grandiose and ignoble. Think about it!

Unfortunately, I can’t delve into Ignoble delusions because I haven’t experienced them. I have some idea, but it is rooted in assumptions. And I am done with that!

If you’re not familiar with the word “ignoble,” go ahead and Google it. I only learned it myself in my quest to understand my shadow self. I am using it here as the delusion of unworthiness arising from low self-esteem. The opposite of grandiosity.

Until next time!

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Review: The Clay People: Colossus (One-shot)

By Dustin Cabeal

I had no idea that this comic was based on a song. I didn’t know there was a band called The Clay People either. I learned both things at the end of the comic and while it didn’t change anything for me, it may be information that another reader could use before deciding to purchase this one-shot from Top Cow.

I have read this story in different forms, with different lead characters dozens of times. There is something to this story that is searching for an interesting outlet, and I can see the broad appeal to using it. Afterall a clay golem that Jewish people can use for justice/revenge and stems back to World War II feels like a treasure trove of potential stories. Yet, they all pretty much end up like this one-shot.

Our main character is half-Asian and Jewish. He’s a military brat and has landed in a small town and is being picked on by racist pricks. When I say picked on, it’s pretty intense. Guns are flashed, bums are killed. It leads our main character to go and visit his Zaide (grandfather) and unloading about all the things he can’t tell his parents. This is of course after a very graphic journey to a concentration camp in which we seem a younger Zaide (his real first name isn’t used) getting a book on how to create clay golems. Now we know who has the book and who needs the book. Zaide asks his grandson to stay with him while he sleeps and passes shortly afterward. Most likely, you can figure out the rest of the story or will enjoy reading it to figure out the rest.

Not knowing that this was based on a song, I was particularly annoyed by the lyrics running through the comic. I didn’t know the song and they didn’t really seem to match the pages they were on or elevate the story. To be honest, I ignored them about halfway through the issue and found it to be a better reading experience. Which is probably not something Matt Hawkins or The Clay People want to hear, but it’s how I enjoyed it.

As far as golem stories about kids getting books from their passing grandfathers, this is one of the better ones. I liked that it didn’t shy away from the atrocities of the Holocaust and was a stern reminder of the horrors the Nazi’s committed during World War II. If you disagree with any of that, then please stop reading this review and go fuck yourself. Anyway, Michael, the main characters journey is interesting and writer Matt Hawkins explains in the notes at the back that he pulled from several life experiences from himself and his family. The strength of the story is the fact that it’s a one-shot issue. If it was an ongoing series where we follow Michael and his golem, I would bail out instantly. Instead, there’s a rewarding conclusion to the story.

The artwork is decent. It’s not a driving force behind the success of the story and at times its quite powerful. The children, just struggle to look like children. There’s a joke about one of them being twenty and still in high school, but I thought the character was in his thirties. Michael sometimes looks like a kid, other times he looks like short guy still living with his parents. Faces in general lack a lot of detail which leads to the inconsistency in the ages of characters. The coloring is gritty and adds to the tone of the book, but the linework is thick and messy. During the WWII setting it works quite well, but in the high school cafeteria, not so much.

If you’ve never read a story like this before and this is your first, then give it a shot. It won’t be the last you’ll stumble upon as the idea rolls back around every few years as a new creator gives it a shot. I’d imagine that if you’re a fan of the band then you’ll definitely find interest in reading the issue though I found the tie-in to be pretty much just the song lyrics that you could ignore. While it didn’t feel like anything particularly new, it’s a well put together story.

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Score: 3/5

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