#repetity notes

[darktragedys]

Your idols !!WHAT!! Fantastic bubbles and notable diamond bubbles will disappear between breaking the fake compilation of an empty sword in the push of tearful smiles in backgrounds. Your laughter and love is nothing more than your unknown false altruism of a burning fervor of edible anger.

Broken pieces of light break opaque rotating and disappear between drops

Dreamers without awakening of consciousness who see without sight fall into the fire of exhibiting lies.

Missing

#gothgoth #dark #goth girl #goth #repetitive #notes #repetity notes #the same #ciencie #bioatmospohere #physics #realism #nothing is forever #love is fake #happines is fake #atmospheric #dissapear #technologists

[illogicalghost]

Behold, a man!

#cats #cat #repete #guess who put the cats in clothes again!!!!!!!!! :D!!!!! #one note = one kiss for the good boy #hiiiiiiiiiii >ω</ #look at my cat! again!!

[theamalgaverse]

So... Has Moachow introduced Peter and eteleD to Drowned Savory? This creature is a godlike whale entity, and somehow he befriended Moachow...

Drowned Savory was actually from the murky waters of Far Hills (great place to hide, not so great to live in)

And Moachow plans to help them check in at the resort, something about how godlike entities from awful living conditions deserve a break?

Moachow can never speak too well...

[They're both fuzzing out from all the info-dumps. Especially Petey-]

eteleD: I guess I get it but also like. I dunno what the hell Ido and the others will think…

#projection am i right /hj #oh brother i gotta dump my worldbuilding notes and fast lest i just loose all steam #answering the inbox #amalgaverse #repetance catalyst - peter #archived individual - eteled

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Cos' sometimes sleep isn't enough anymore | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, C - Cos' sometimes sleep isn't enough anymore

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

I guess I'm on a roll tonight? 3 parts posted so far, I'm not even sure how many parts this will end up with but, um, yeah, i hope you like this one and it's not to heavy to read.

Absolutely none of it's proof-read so yet again it could seem jumbled up or not even make sense but umm I can't sleep and my brain is overthinking at 4 am so this is the result of it :)

Thanks for all the continuous love and support on this so far!

Waking up in hospital, you think over your thoughts about what happened and wonder if you really did mean to do it?

tw: heavy angst, talks of SH, MH, suicide and death.

Bright lights and slow repetive beeps followed by the sterile smell of a hospital enrivoment.

That's how you knew it was bad when you woke up.

You really hadn't mean for it to get to that point though, you made the mistake of cutting deeper than you should have and now you have landed yourself in the hospital.

This was definitely not your smartest move you had pulled.

Something tells you it wouldn't be so easy to hide your pain behind a fake smile now.

You felt the wet tears covering your own hand along with the heavy weight of another body practically leaning on you.

"Geez, did somebody die in here or something?" Was the first words you spoke since you had fallen unconcious and of course, it was with your usual cocky teenage atttiude.

Dark humour has always been your go to, you hate to show any type of vulnerability.

"Y/N/N" Leah voice croaks in surprise as she sits bolt up right to look straight at you. "You're awake, finally!" she immediately breaks down into sobs again as she reaches towards you and wraps her arms around you.

"Yeah, I'm awake but there's no need to cry about it" You struck back with the same cocky atittude, that drove your team mates crazy but loved you never the less. "Seriously though, did someone die? Cos' you're crying that much right now that I'm begining to think so" you note, hiding your own pain behind the smile.

Just keep smiling, nobody will ask questions.

Everyone will think you're fine.

"Seriously, Y/N?" Leah is quick to smack you around the back of the head as she's now giving you one of her famous glares, one that you knew all too well. "You scared me to death, you little shit!" she admits, showing her vunerability.

"Ow. Ow-- Hey, you can't hit me, I'm fragile right now" You can't help but pout and hope for sympathy from the older blonde girl.

"Fragile, huh? You seem fine enough to be making jokes" Leah remarks as she continues to glare at you.

"Come on, you know that dark humour is the way to go sometimes Le" You grin at the blonde, who doesn't seem to have the same idea.

See? Totally easy to hide your pain.

Leah just stares at you in disbelief you're really cracking jokes right now, "You're unbelieve sometimes, Y/F/N" she mutters aloud.

"Uh oh, your using my full name, am I in trouble now?" You can't help to continue with your cocky, I don't give a shit attitude never the less you had worried all of your team mates like you did.

"Right now I'm just glad that you're alive," Leah admits as she rewraps her arms around you and squeezes you gently. "But if you ever scare me like that again then we'll be having a very different conversation!" she tells you, sternly.

"Okay" You wince slightly as the tightness of the hug that the blonde was very reluctant to let go off you. "Seriously, Le. I'm fine now, why are you still crying so much?" You ask, confused.

"I'm crying because I... I thought I had really lost you this time" Leah speaks her thoughts aloud as she still holds onto you like you would disappear all over again. "When I found you, like the... like the way I did, I thought you was going to die" she adds in, quietly.

Your own amused smile starts to falter as you glance down at the bandages wrapped around your arm. "I'm sorry... I am really sorry for scaring you like that" You apologise quietly, starting to realise the seriousness of it all.

You must've had all of your team mates so worried and right now you were only acting like a total jackass about it.

"I was so scared" Leah replies as she pulls away from hugging you before she readjusts to move onto the bed beside you. "There was so much blood, Y/N/N. I... I thought when we arrived at the hospital, it would be too late and I'd be saying goodbye to you instead" she explains, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.

Shit, why did I go and do that? I've made Leah almost have a nervous break down.

How could you be so selfish? You didn't deserve the love you recieved from your team mate.

"I bet the bathrooms' a right bloody mess now then" You can't help the comment that slips out of your mouth.

Once again, dark humour is a key to hiding the reality of pain.

Leah clicks her tongue at your comment, although she can tell exactly what you're doing now.

You had been doing it all this long so easily, it was just that nobody realised it.

"Why didn't you tell me that it was getting bad again?" The blondes' question is something that catches you off guard.

Guilt-striken to hear her words, you found sudden interest with the crisp white sheets currently covering you.

There was a lot of things that you could have said, but would she want to hear any of it?

Nobody can help me with the way I feel,

I'm so tired,

I wanted to relieve the pain, I wanted a way out.

All of the questions racing through your mind, you actually began to wonder if you had cut yourself that deep on purpose? Did your own selfishness overshadow any other feelings inside of you.

The battle with your inner demons was just too much sometimes, you was just so exhausted now.

So, why couldn't you have just been left to die instead?

"What's going on inside your head, Y/N/N?" Leah's next question brought you out of your dark thoughts. "Talk to me, you know that I'm here to listen" she states with a gentle tone of voice.

Although the next words that you speak are nothing that she can be prepared to hear.

"I think... I think I wanted to die, I wanted an out on life" Your voice quivers as you admit the truth to the blonde, finally.

"W... What?" Leah looks at you with a mixture of shock and hurt.

"I'm so tired, Le-- I'm just so fuckin' tired. I... I can't do this anymore" You express your feelings as you feel yourself tearing up.

It was as if Leah hadn't quite regestered the words you had said, or she had but she refused to believe that you actually did want to try and kill yourself.

"The girls all went to get coffee, um I think that all of the girls will be back soon though" The blonde tells you quietly as she wraps her free arm around you and gives you a small smile.

Denial, it was so easy to pretend there wasn't anything to read into with your most recent confession.

"Leah--"

"I bet they'll be happy to know that you're awake now" Leah cut you off as she continues to give you that weary smile, you weren't sure if she was now clutching onto you a bit tighter in fear of you pulling another stunt like you did.

"Leah, didn't you hear me? I said I wanted to die!" You shout loud enough for her to suck in a sharp breath.

"I heard you, Y/N/N-- I heard you, I saw you, I... I was there for it all. I was the one who found you in the bathroom; You was lay in a pool of your own blood while you were slipping in and out of unconciousness" Leah broke her game of where she didn't pretend you as she turned to face you, you had her whole attention now. "I sat there, pressing a god-damn towel against your cuts, praying that you would make it and you... you tell me that you want to die? You don't get to die. You can't, we need you-- Damn it Y/N, I need you! Y... You're my family! So you don't get to tell me you want to die!" she tells you, the shake in her voice so evident that she's close to tears again.

"What? You... You want to die?" Beth broke the tense silence as she has a distraught look on her face.

"Do you really mean that?" Lia questions as her eyes widen in shock.

Neither you or Leah realise that some of the older girls had made their way back to your room, when they arrived they were delighted with the realisation that you were now finally awake after the long 24 hours but that quickly turned into shock and hurt when they heard Leah's words so boldly, that even the patients down the hall probably would've heard.

"I do, I did... I don't know. I'm tired, I can't... I can't keep doing this anymore" You admit out loud for every single one of them to hear.

You hear the blonde beside you suck in another sharp breath as she keeps her arm firmly attached round your shoulder.

The confession is left hanging in the air, leaving a tense feeling and it was suddenly so quiet that in the room that you were certain that you would even be able to hear a pin drop.

Nobody utters a word, a state of shock written across each one of their faces.

"Sometimes sleep isn't enough when it's my soul that's tired" You tell them, leaving them all stood there grief-stricken with the realisation that you really had been struggling for longer than you wanted to admit.

#arsenal x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #leah williamson x reader #heavy angst #woso one shot #arsenal wfc x reader

[latenuitrambles]

hello, can I make a Hurt/comfort request for Honkai Star Rail please? (Tw, Self Harm, Religious Trauma)

Jing Yuan finding reader walking around outside in the snow in the middle of the night, only wearing a white shirt, shorts and a large blanket scarf. (The shirt has specks of red, due to self harm).

Reader has had multiple breakdowns back-to-back in secret due to reliving religious trauma (ie. Being forced to pray and participate in services of the church that hurt them for the sake of work) and since they've had their major mental breakdown (self harm) are now out of it (kinda sad-yet-giggly mood in the self destructive way, thinking that they don't deserve good things and will never be 'clean' despite showering repetively (catholic guilt x100)) and now playing with the snow with their bare hands.

(If your not comfy, feel free to decline since it's pretty heavy, If you do the request thank you very much!)

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Note: Thank you for the request! I wrote this in a bullet point style instead of an actual fic because that felt better. Also I didn't focus too much on the religious trauma as I have had very little interactions with Christianity and was not brought up catholic so I don't have a lot of knowledge on the subject and I didn't want to misrepresent a heavy issue! I used more vague religious trauma, hope you like it!!! Also whoever requested this if you ever need to talk you can always talk to me!! take care of your mental health!

Not proof read!!

TW: This is a heavy piece. Warnings for self-harm, depression, mental breakdowns, religious trauma, blood. Please do not read if you think this might trigger you or make you relapse. Your health comes first, take care of yourself <

Jing Yuan found you wandering alone at night in the cold, your white shirt covered with specks of blood, eyes lifeless.

He said nothing as he gently carried you inside the house you guys shared, putting you down on the bed as he went out to get the first aid kit

He gently and expertly cleaned and dressed your scars and gave you some medication.

As a soldier he was no stranger to blood or wounds, so I think he would be very calm. At least, on the outside. On the inside he would be panicked and worried for you, but he understands that it would help you more right now if he was calm and gentle.

He has dealt with soldiers who have depressive episodes and trauma breakdowns so he would be very good at gently calming you down, making sure he doesn't trigger you more, continuously asking you if what he was doing was comfortable with you.

He would be very patient if you want to talk about it. And when you do open up to him about your religious trauma, he would be very patient as you tell him everything. He wishes he could go in the past and stop all these things from happening to you but for now he will assure it will never happen again. He will personally be your bodyguard and prevent anyone from your past who hurt you from reaching you again. You don't have to be religious any longer, he will respect your choice, encourage it even and if anyone dares to question your decision they will have to face the wrath of the general of the Cloud Knights.

He is mad at himself for not noticing the signs of your breakdowns sooner, and he tells you in the future you can come to him whenever you think it's getting bad again. He might even offer to help you use some kind of physical training as another outlet whenever you feel the urge to self harm creep up on you again, after all, he understands it's not as simple as just asking you to stop. 

If you share with him about you feeling self destructive and feeling as if you don't deserve good things, he will give you constant reassurances all the time about how much he adores you and how much you mean to him. Even if you sometimes become self sabotaging, Jing Yuan is prepared to fight for you until you give up and finally accept that you are good enough. And he is not a general who likes losing, mind you.

He would reassure you that you have not done anything bad and that you are not “dirty” or anything. Most of what religion brands as sinful is just normal human behavior, so he will slowly help you overcome your guilt and feel better !!

Overall, Jing Yuan would be extremely patient, calm and gentle with you. He understands healing is a long process, so good thing he has all the time in the universe, being long lived and all. He will help you every step in your journey and will always be there for you !

End note: Thank you so much for requesting! Also feel free to request heavy topics. I know a lot of writers feel uncomfortable by them but as a person who has had their fair share of mental health struggles I would always love to write comfort fics! It makes me incredibly happy if my fic helps someone through a episode, as even I have had fics like that for myself in the past!! 

#ania.writes #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail #hsr jing yuan #hsr #angst #jing yuan angst #self harm #blade x reader #dan heng x reader

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Helloo! I came from your other account, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to make a Deuce Gorgan X male reader fanfiction that takes place after the events of the 2nd live action movie :)

(P.S) I'd also love if the reader has social anxiety and is awkward around other monsters since we don't really have any of that in the live-action movies <33

A/N: so I never watched the second movie or the first, but thankfully Wikipedia gives a full summary of the movies 😍, so I got some what of an idea here. I tried to be more general, so my lack of knowledges sake this is set WAYY after the second movie.

Warnings: use of he/him pronouns for the reader, mutual pinning, unspoken relationship, symptoms of social anxiety, pure fluff!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

It's a long day, a tiring one at that. After all the recent drama subsided, the school has been having multiple new students come in, and this made Y/n uneasy. Not in a bad way, but he definitely didn't like all the new people coming up to him.

"Hey." Deuce says, sitting next to Y/n on a tombstone. The quietest place around here is the graveyard. For obvious reasons.

"Hey." Y/n says, shutting his book and turning his body to face Deuce clearly now. "Finished talking to Komos?" He asks, and Deuce nods, pulling his notebook out his bag to hand it to Y/n.

" Yeah, we went down some rabbit hole about the new students coming in since a new one was stopping by ever five minutes." Deuce joked as Y/n opened his notebook. Inside were the notes from today's lecture, one he missed because of the large class.

"Oh you got the notes, thanks." Y/n says as he opens his notebook, flipping to a fresh page to copy the notes from Deuce's notebook.

"No problem man. Why didn't you come to the lecture though?" Deuce asks, before adding quickly. "Not like I have a problem sharing the notes but, y'know it was just-"

"Deuce I get it, you're fine." Y/n says laughing as he flips the pages over on the notebooks to copy the rest.

"Oh sorry, I just didn't wanna be rude." He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Trust me you're fine." Y/n says, copying the notes.

"So.. why weren't you there?" Deuce asks again, hoping he isn't being too pushy on the subject.

"Oh, I went to the library instead." Y/n replies shortly, brows furrowing when Deuce let's out a laugh. "What?"

"Why the library? I mean you could've gone anywhere." Deuce says, leaning forward the rest his elbow on his knee.

"It's quiet there, and way less people." Y/n says, folding his notebook in half to get a better grip while writing. His hand is cramping from the grip on the pencil, and it's not because of all the writing.

"Oh, so the class is the problem." Deuce says. Y/n stops, shaking his head and sitting up straighter.

"Not the people, just the.. amount of people. It feels like I can't breathe in there. It's just so crowded." Y/n says. Deuce let's out a 'hm', thinking to himself quietly.

"So you don't like large crowds? Or a lot of people?" Deuce asks, and Y/n nods. "So what's it like in the halls?" Deuce asks jokingly. Y/n just chuckles shaking his head.

"Honestly the worst. I don't like people so close. Or when they talk to me. I just don't know what to say. Or I miss social cue's and then it's just awkward." Y/n says with a sigh, leaning back down to finish writing the notes.

"Is that why you don't go to any of Clawd's parties?" Deuce asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Yup. Too many people, definitely not for me." Y/n says, before pausing. "Though it does kinda suck, not being with people." Y/n says a bit quieter this time. Deuce looks at him, watching his demeanor shift.

"We could hang out if you want." Deuce says. At that Y/n perks up, a bit happier.

"Really?" He asks and Deuce nods.

"I mean why not. Parties are repetative anyway. There's another one this weekend, we could just hang out then if you want." Deuce said, watching Y/n's smile widen. Y/n nods, writing the rest of the notes quickly on his notebook. He finishes writing, handing the notebook back to Deuce who just puts it in his bag. Y/n shuffles in his spot, leaning his head on Deuce's shoulder.

"You think whoever's in these graves are mad at us for sitting on them like this?" Y/n asks.

"Oh definitely."

#monster high #monster high deuce #monster high deuce x reader #monster high x reader

[capsiicle]

Contains: AFAB Aether, top male reader, afab language, semi-public sex (or is it technically public?), overstimulation, dacryphilia, soft, established relationships, modern au, aether is a college student and reader is his boyfriend, reader works from home and supports them both

Note: This one is gonna be pretty sweet, only bc im in a soft mood. maybe the next one will be more fucked up? who knows. just as the last one, it might be repetative. [requests are open, please keep in mind it might take a while]

Aether let out a sigh as he stretched his arms above his head, walking out of his school and towards the gate. He fished his phone out of his pocket, smiling softly at the text from his boyfriend, telling him he was on the way. Based on how long ago it was sent, he was likely already there. The blonde walked to the parking lot, towards one further away that [Name] usually parked in.

"Hey, angel." [Name] greeted as he opened the door and got in the car, putting his bag in the back seat as he leaned over, kissing him. The taller male hummed, gently cupping Aether's face. The blonde melted at his boyfriend's touch, trying to move closer. [Name] grabbed his hips, unbuckling his belt and moving his chair back, gently moving Aether onto his lap.

"I missed you." Aether whispered as he pulled away, wrapping his arms around his neck. [Name] smiled, nuzzling his face into his neck, pulling the smaller man closer so theit bodies were pressed together.

"Missed you too, lovely. Ready to go home?" Aether bit his lip, moving his hands into [Name]'s shirt and down his back, leaning against his ear and nibbling on it. [Name]'s groan made Aether whine softly, grinding his hips against him softly.

"Won't you take care of me first, babe? It's been so lonely without you..." Aether purred in his ear, shivering at the way his boyfriend held his hips with a small growl, Aether smiling widely at the way his hands slipped up his shirt.

"You're such a slut, angel.. You want me to fuck you in the parking lot, even though your classmates might see us?" [Name] teased, making Aether whine again as he grinded down against him, biting his lip.

"Please?" He whispered, kissing him again. Aether moaned, feeling [Name] run his hands down his stomach and over his thighs. He was glad he had chosen to wear a skirt today, giving his boyfriend easy access to his cunt. He even wore quite revealing underwear, hoping for this exact scenario. His boyfriend must have realized that as they broke off the kiss, the other watching him with hungry eyes.

"You're such a fucking whore, Ae. You've been waiting for this all day, huh? To be in my lap while I pound your pretty cunt in the parking lot of your college?" Aether whined as he grinded down, kissing him again as he moved his hand down to [Name]'s pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling his dick out, jerking it off.

"Mm, I can't help it, I love the idea of you pounding me where people can see... Fuck, the idea of one of my classmates seeing me get absolutely wrecked.." Aether moaned as he raised his hips, making it easier to take his lace panties off.

"Fuck, I don't know if I wanna share that with the world, darling... Your face when I wreck you is only for me, you know?" [Name] whispered, and although protesting, proceeded to pull Aether closer to grind his cock against him.

"Prepped myself in the bathroom before school ended." Aether mumbled as he lifted himself up, positioning his cunt over his boyfriend's cock. He slowly lowered himself onto it, arching his back with a loud moan, mixed with a whine.

"Fuck, lovely, you're so warm and wet f' me." Aether shivered as he started bouncing, his thighs shaking slightly as he leaned over, kissing [Name]. His boyfriend squeezed his thighs as he kissed him roughly, thrusting up into him.

"F, ah, fuck! Y- your cock is so fuckhing big~" Aether slurred, grabbing one of [Name]'s hands, holding it tightly as hs bounced faster, sometimes staying down and rolling his hips as metaphorical hearts are shown in his eyes along the tears building in the corners.

"You're so pretty, Ae. Look at you, riding my cock like a little slut. Gosh, I wish I could keep you on my cock at all times, have you stuffed full of cum every second." [Name whispered as he squeezed his hip, the other hand squeezing his chest. Aether whined at the idea, feeling a knot building in his stomach as he tried to go faster, thighs aching slightly.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum, lovely. Are you close, too?" His boyfriend whispered and Aether nod frantically, chasing his orgasm as he slammed himself down on his boyfriend's cock, squealing and throwing his head back as he came. He whimpered, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. [Name] let him rest for a few moments before he started fucking up into him again, holding his hand tightly. Aether sobbed at the feeling, drooling as he desperately kissed his boyfriend again.

"Gonna fill you up, bunny." [Name] whispered as his hips stuttered, slamming into him one last time, biting his shoulder as he came inside his cunt. Aether's eyes rolled back, falling against his boyfriend's chest as they both tried to catch their breath, [Name]'s arms wrapped tightly around him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Aether snuggled up to [Name] while the latter rubbed shapes into his thighs.

"You ready to go home, love?" [Name] asked as he cleaned him up. He helped Aether pull his underwear back on as the blonde nod, struggling to get back into the passenger seat as they both buckled up. They didn't say much else on their road home, Aether falling asleep soon after they pulled out of the parking lot.

If Aether got a few flushed apologies when bumping into people the next day, he pretended not to notice.

#Robin's works . ♡ #top male reader #bottom aether #bottom genshin impact #sub aether #dom male reader #dom reader #top reader #genshin impact x reader #afab character

[r0achezz]

r0achezz safespace of doodles and authoring galore >:3

*BEFORE WE START I AM A MINOR SO KEEP IT SFW

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Hello! welcome to my blog! Hope you enjoy my silly little writing, art, rambles and more! You're just in time for the dumpster fire XD

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Name: call me either Malekai or roach, whatever you prefer.

pronouns you can use for me!: he/him/himself, they/them/themself, it/its/itself

I like: Legend of Zelda stuff! such as linked universe, linked maze, and every other thing in between! I also enjoy seafood a lot and think that you are also pretty cool :]

I don't like: being called she, or mentioned in a feminine way. giraffes, despise those things (im serious please don't @ me in pictures of giraffes just because you think its funny. its fine ig once in awhile, but if you do it repetively it gets annoying :/ it's kind of a phobia more than just a 'ew they look weird' kind of way)

tags i will use:

#r0achezz asks <- asks ofc!

#roachy reblobs <- reblogs

#r0ach doodles &lt;;- art

#r0achezz wonders/r0achezz <-Everything else

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Ao3 is Burning_roaches (The reason i called it that is because of a silly meme my friend sent me heh)

instagram is 0tt3r_pop where I’ll post a lot of things more oc and scenecore related!

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Feel free to DM if you need advice, need to vent, or just to get to know me more!! I don't bite ^^ (just don't be weird (in a gross, bad meaning way) and/or send in hate :P)

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*note: while i've been doing art for awhile now ive only just started to try out writing in august! so please be kind, critism is absolutely lovely!

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Btw writing requests and art requests are open! Though art might take a bit longer ^^

*pfp credit goes to AKchimp75!! Thank you for the lovely art ^^

header from this post!

HEYYY! Shadow link here, uhmmmm, Roach keeps on putting off our sys tags so I’m putting them here now! >:)- *NOTE: expect Me or host posting most of the time

Shadow Link-🕷️

Azmin- 🌟

LU sky- 🪶

Dazai Osamu- 🔪

minish cap link- 🍀

Lucy- 👁️

Vaati- 🦇

nimbit- 🐾

(sys tags will be <EMOJI> speaks!)

#R0achezz masterpost! 2.0

[winxrus]

Miraculous Awakening Movie - Review

WARNING

There are big spoilers in the text below and its author sucks at expressing her opinion which, guess what, absolutely no one asked for!!!

When this movie was announced, not only I struggled to welcome it as it was hard to understand how this would fit with the universe of the show, but also the character design was just odd. We adore the one from the series so why alter what is loved?

All this to say that I was never particularly hyped about the movie, but as a miraculer and a person who wanted to experience something that involved so many fans celebrating this show we all love, I just had to go.

I was square punched in the face by the visuals. This movie is a MUST to see on the big screen. Despite my hesitation towards the character design (which eventually grew on me), the musical numbers, particularly the romantic ones taking place in the sky brought me to tears. The colours, the low lights, the quality of the animation, the detail, the intensity of the characters (namely in the eyes)...*chef kiss* absolutely hit the spot.

Plot wise? I mean, it is literally if you wanted to compile the first 3 seasons of miraculous (no senti theories, lukanette, adrigami or,zoe though, more like season 1 plus Chat Blanc because we do get a WARNING SPOILER ALERT

"Chat Noir is Adrien, my son?" but with a Gabe completely out of character (based on his previous reactions to this in the series) and we get another reveal scenario which was very sweet but I felt like they could have played it differently ~SPOILER AHEAD~ I really loved Marinette putting his mask on and saying you can also call me ladybug but this doesn´t really prove she is who she claims to be right? I think she could have ended the one-sided reveal by using my favourite quote from the movie

Chat Noir "To everyone you´re the girl with the mask that saves the world, but to me, you are the girl who saved my heart" DUDE I sobbed (screaming internally because Marinette could have played with this quote as Chat Noir told this to her in private).

I sobbed with the romantic scenes in this film. Despite having to rush the romantic development between Adrinette and Ladynoir, it still felt very natural to my eyes which I was really happy with. Plus miraculous ladybug always knows how to play with my heartstrings regarding the love side of the story. It completely made me swoon (a big personal factor to have enjoyed it).

Nevertheless, the character development of Marinette, namely her overcoming her fears and believing in herself - exaclty what made me fall in love with her in the show and admire this charcter- instead of balancing out the romance, it became repetive and a bit exhausting. We are in the last 10 minutes of the film and Tikki is still preaching the same thing (don´t get me wrong, it is important to emphasise such message to the audience but I think they saturated it a bit).

Anywho, I think the fact that I went with no expectations for the film and accept whatever might come made me actually enjoy it more than I thought. A great part was also due to the atmosphere, which was so much fun. The audience was super vocal with their reactions, bringing a sense of community despite each of us being in our own little groups. We laughed (a lot, I completely forgot to highlight the humour of the movie *looks at careless whisper playing in the background everytime Adrien thinks of Ladybug*), screamed, cried and gasped together. So much fun.

I left the theatres quite elated but frustrated with the bloody teasing "almost kiss* scene at the very end. I actually believed I was gonna see Adrinette´s first kiss on the big screen but :)))))) JDNDJESINVIFESN. I also left incredibly confused because as I said, the movie doesn´t match whatsoever the series, and ended on a vague note - HEADSUP - After Gabriel is revealed to be Hawkmoth to both Chat Noir aka his son and Marinette/Ladybug, the dude just disappeared and we don´t get a reaction from Adrien?? It immediately skips to Adrinette (no complaints LOL) and then you hear Gabriel narrating a message to Nathalie to protect Adrien and never let him know that he hides Emelie´s body in the basement? The dad´s a bloody terrorist what difference doesa another crime make? Does this mean there will be a second movie? Will we forever live with God knows how many miraculous ladybug universes? "AMERICA EXPLAINNNN"

I have heard people who didn´t like it beacause it was purely fanfiction and didn´t make sense, I personally advise you to go with an open mind, chilled and with the intention to have a good time. I sure did! I will carry this experience with me forever <3 all this to say that my score may be also highly biased by that hahah. Byeee!

P.S - I did not comment on the music because I was a bit disappointed that the original French voices (warning the French dub is my favourite) were not the singing ones. They used Lou and Lenni-Kim which despite them being talented I didn´t feel like it suited them. So...I´m gonna wait for the English soundtrack to formulate an opinion. I liked the lyrics of the new song though (Last Dance soundtrack)

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[minsyal]

The Great Stone Knight, Pt. VI

Sandor Clegane x Reader

Warnings will remain vague and be for the work as a whole as opposed to each part individually: violence, death, assault, my shitty characterizations, explicit language, sexual content (will be noted), and having too good of a time reading this.

Masterlist

As the days drawled on, so too did the calculated and expected routine of Kings Landing. You fell into line, at least on the exterior, attending court in the gallery with the other birds held within their cages of the Red Keep. The daily conversation was often riddled with townspeople and nobles, coming to complain of some injustice that had been bestowed upon them. Men would cry of thievery, women would plead for assistance, and nobles would do all that they could to put themselves on the good side of the king.

Other times were spent in your chambers, surrounded by Sansa and the small group of girls she had become acquainted with. They would gossip of the valiant knights, debating on which were more handsome and which they would prefer to marry. Meals had become sole ventures, often the only company you held was in your protector who would, on occasion, sit and dine with you.

At night you would be sequestered to your room, the door heavily guarded by either Sandor or another who would take his place when he retired for the evening. The White Sword tower, as you had come to know it, held his quarters; though, you had never seen it.

Then the morning sun would bring a new day of the same events. On and on the wheel of repetivity would turn, never halting, never ceasing.

“My Lord,” the young knight who guarded Tyrion’s door stepped into the room, he looked no older than eight and ten. He found the man sitting at his desk with a scrawl of parchment in front of him. “Lady (Y/n).” He introduced, stepping aside to allow for you to enter. Within the room was Tyrion’s squire, decked in leather of dulled berry red and an undershirt of crimson. He bowed his head at your entrance, uttering small words of “my lady,” as he regressed further into the room.

Tyrion looked over the top of the paper he grasped between his fingers, twisting at the edge of the ink-stained parchment until it crinkled. “To what do I owe this visit, Lady (Y/n)?” His hand gestured to the open chair on the other side of his table.

There was no word spoken as you stepped lightly to him, crossing the room with a strange flow to your dress in an almost ghostly way. Revealing the paper he had given you previously, you laid it down in front of him. “Will you read it before it is sent?”

“I may.” He considered, picking it up and rolling it in the palm of his hand. The conclusion to his outward debate was presented in the form of melted wax. From the golden-tipped ladle fell a small blob of merlot wax, liquified by the smoldering heat of a single candle that sat within the confines of the warmer. He puckered his lips in thought as he quickly pressed a stamp into the liquid, waiting a short moment as it solidified before removing it to reveal the sigil of the Hand of the King. “I may not. I will see to it that this is sent immediately.”

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The frayed parchment in his hand was tossed loosely to the table where it fluttered down and landed atop the stained wood of the desk. The milky paper was covered in splayed ink that extended from one edge to the other. Cersei had invited you to Maegor’s Holdfast, more specifically in the queens ballroom, along with a gaggle of other women of the court.

As you parted your lips to speak, he spliced your sentence in two and added his two cents. “Stannis’s fleet will arrive tonight. You and all the other birds of the court will be safe there.”

“Safe?” You scoffed, letting out an exasperated huff. “Safer than I have been since I came to this place?” He wanted so badly to argue with you in that moment, but the battle leered near and he was called to protect Joffrey whilst he commanded the men of Kings Landing. His absence would surely be noted as soon as he arrived at the king’s side. “I’ll go, Sandor.”

The sun was setting beyond the horizon as men marched furiously toward the city gates. Torches littered the Red Keep, casting eerie waves of fiery red light against the walls. You could hear the frantic voices of women calling out to their husbands to be safe as they gathered their children and hurried for somewhere secure. Men ordered one another about, the clanking of metal against metal echoed throughout the clearing hallways. Your room had darkened throughout the evening, leaving you and Sandor masked in the dim moonlight that shone through the still-locked windows.

Approaching with miniscule apprehension, your arm extended without incertitude. The motion paused Sandor in his tracks. The fabric of his boots weighed his body down like stones thrown in a river. Uncertain of your intentions, he tucked his chin closer to his neck and regarded your nearing figure with an abstruse bewilderment. When your palm graced the strong line of his cheek, he reared back, sinking further into himself as his pupils dilated and the whites of his eyes became visible. You fingers traced softly into his hardened grit; a kindhearted expression contrasted to his of aloofness. “Be safe,” voice quiet, you gave him a sincere smile, “and come back.”

His feelings were not often worn on his sleeve, but in that moment he felt the world put itself at ease. “”m a big fucker.” His voice was gruff, the tremors of his lungs parroted into your palm. “Hard to kill.”

“Good.”

There was a new dumbfoundedness that lived within his eyes as he watched your retreating figure. You walked briskly, sparing him one parting glance as you disappeared entirely around a corner. He could still feel the warmth of your skin against his as he made his way to meet the king in the throne room.

Maegor’s Holdfast was as gloomy and disparaging as always, the aura increased by the sounds of battle that had begun hours ago in preparation. The noble women and children of the Red Keep were huddled together by the time you arrived at the threshold of the queen’s ballroom. Inside, the mood was as dreary as it was outside. Handmaidens lined the walls, some joined together in song and others speaking in hushed whispers of what would happen with the different outcomes of the battle. Spotting Sansa in amongst the crowd was easy. Her brightened flaming hair and already incredible height set her aside from the southern ladies. By the looks of it, she was praying. Hands were joined with Shae and another woman you didn’t recognize, your own handmaiden, Lillianya, was with another noble lady, tending to her young child who cried for his father.

The queen, Cersei, lounged alone atop a pile of pillows. A chalice of wine was placed lazily between her fingers, its liquid impossibly staying confined within its walls. Her wicked gaze oversaw the room, staring intently at the different groups that had settled in on the bunk beds. She tossed her head to the side, swiping her tongue across the inside of her teeth. Her focus honed in on you as you entered, watching as you walked dutifully toward Sansa and Shae.

Sansa sat on top of a plush velvet pillow, her eyes were closed, and words of prayer were whispered on each of their lips. It was as if she could feel your sudden presence, as she opened her icy arctic eyes and peered up at you with a fragile curve of the corners of her mouth. You knelt at her side as the unknown maiden made room for you in the circle. “What are you praying for?” You asked, earning judgmental glares from the unfamiliar women who fastly returned to their silent orisons. If their actions bothered her, she did not show it; paying them no mind was an easy feat completed with the unbothered clenching of your chilled hands.

“For the gods to have mercy on us all.” Sansa answered followed by the women chattering in agreement.

The battle was such a worn topic. It had been all that people had spoken of in the past week since Stannis officially set sail. “Would you rather not think of the battle? Perhaps, instead talking of something else?”

“Like what?” She cocked her head to the side, the short hairs that framed her face fell slightly from the hold of the ribbon that tied it back.

“(Y/n).” Cersei suddenly called out, her wintry modulation morphed into one of false caring as she made an effort to sound benevolent. “Come here.”

“I’ll return.” Sansa nodded as you rose from your spot on the floor. The pillow you had settled on barely had time to retain the mold of your knees, returning to its fluffed state before you even took a step toward Cersei. “Your grace.” The room was not large enough for you to take more than the duration of a breath to stand in her presence.

“Sit. Join me.” A handmaiden poured another glass of wine, leaving it to settle in front of you. She sucked at her teeth and adjusted her jaw. “Are you not going to pray?” Her clear efforts at mocking Sansa were unappreciated, but she persisted in her silent siege against the other women. It was obvious that she had been drinking for some time as her movements were less fluid, yet her mind seemed to retain its cognizance.

“No, your grace.” The wine sat before you was candied in flavor, far surpassing in sweetness than the wine that was often left in your room. Arbor Gold, you believed it to be called.

“And why is that?” She wrapped her lips around the glass edge of the chalice, its gold glimmering as she drank deeply, finishing off her glass. “Do you believe in no gods?”

“I do, but the gods do not grant those who wish for something what they desire if they simply ask.”

Her manicured brow lifted to her hairline, a wordless gesture for you to elaborate.

“We have to earn the grace of the gods. We do not simply receive it.”

“And what about you?” The liquid in her newly refilled glass sloshed about as she motioned it in your direction. “Have you earned it?”

The room was filled to the brim with women, elderly men, and a few young boys, and yet it felt empty as you held the turbulent glare of the queen. Her lips were puckered as she swallowed another gulp of wine, waiting patiently for your response.

“No, your grace. I have not.”

“I see.” Her pearly white teeth were bared as she drew her tongue to lick the fronts of them. “And what is it that we have to do to earn the grace of the gods?”

It was shortly after the passing of your uncle that your father called upon you to enter the sept where his embalmed body laid. His hands were cold and drained of all natural color, despite the heavy painting of makeup that caked his Siberian skin. His eyes were trained on the ceiling above him, staring absently into the stained glass that hovered high above.

“Ah, (Y/n).” The lapis velvet of the cape he now wore gently wrapped around his broad shoulders. “My favorite eldest daughter.” His hand extended to draw you near as his attention was captured again by his brother’s body.

You ascended the steps that led to the altar, taking two steps at a time as their shortened height had always bothered you. The room was bathed in a white and lilac awe as the sun's golden rays swirled through the windows. “I’m your only eldest daughter, father.”

“I know, but that does not make you any less my favorite.” He clicked his tongue against his lips as he began speaking once more. Your feet stilled as you met him at his side, a firm hand circled around your shoulders as he dared not to tear his eyes from his brother. “Do you know why we do not place eye stones upon my brother, your uncle’s, eyes?”

“No.”

You were only five and ten of his passing. His death was not sudden, as he had been ailing for many of your younger years. It first began with a cough and tumbled into weeks of him being unable to leave his bed. Bed bound; he appointed Theodoric as Hand of the King who ruled the people in his wake. The people loved your father, rejoicing that he was at the hand of much of the decision making. The country thrived, but Theodonic believed it to be because the people wished for his good health. He believed they were carving a better future for him.

“Your uncle was not a good king. He was cold, cruel, and got us into more battles than I can count, but he was the king, nonetheless. I could not argue what his wishes were.” His nose crinkled as a memory clawed from the depths of his mind. “He wanted you for his new queen, did you know that?” His hand tightened on your shoulder as he attempted to wipe the disgust from the words that just left his lips. “I refused it. He asked when you were only ten. I promised him that once you were of age he could name you as such. The day would never come. I decided that when the vile suggestion blossomed in his mind.” A hearty laugh came from his belly, “Ser Lorric was ready to kill him that day. When we left his chambers, he treasonously suggested it.”

It was a lot of information to take in. You had never been made aware of the offers for your hand when you were little, only told it was nothing that concerned you and you would be able to accept or deny them as you aged. “Why are you telling me this now?”

With a breathless sigh, he removed his arm from your shoulder and turned wholly to face you. “Because, dear child, I want you to know the lengths I would go to keep my family safe.”

The sun was now directly overhead, its rays sending the intricate design of the glass over the similarly shaped floor. A bitter smile danced across the corners of his mouth as you turned to Ser Lorric. He met your gaze, sending the affirmation that you needed of what had happened to end your uncle. “Father.”

“Theodonic did not earn the grace of our gods. Which is why the gods punished him. He died with his eyes open out in the garden, looking up to the same gods that sentenced him to death. That is how he will pass into the afterlife, full of fear, eyes open, unable to escape his fate.”

“You’ll become the king now.”

“Aye, I will.” His smile of his brother’s demise shifted to one of fatherly love as he held you close. “When I am the king, your brother will be the prince and you and your sisters will be princesses.”

“How do we escape the same fate that Theodonic was served? How do we earn the grace of the gods?”

“We live. We continue on our forward march with our heads high and our hopes higher. We carve a path for a better future and live each day with no regrets.” His shoulders quaked, the strong face he had held for so many years could finally crack, even slightly. “We persist.”

“A silly little tale your father told a young, scared daughter who had no experience with death.” Cersei mocked, her words becoming slurred with each glass of wine she consumed. Her eyes followed events slowly, delayed in nature by the stinging liquid that coated the passageway of her throat. “Old men take young wives, it is the way of the world. The rulers before Robert wed brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews to keep their blood pure. They all ended up in the same place.”

“It seems our practices are different in Antonia, your grace.”

“It would seem so.”

Hours passed, so many that you had lost the ability to track time. The moon was halfway through the sky, signifying the witching hour. Your mind wandered, having had enough of Sansa’s prayers and songs. Initially, you had joined the girl, gladly partaking in her veiled attempts at keeping spirits high, but as the night grew deeper the repeated songs and cheery demeanor weighed heavily. On her request, you told the young women she sat with of the Great Stone Knight in Antonia. She insisted it was her favorite story you had told her from your home. The women cooed as they too imagined their own Stone Knights. “We will all find our own Stone Knights someday.” Sansa chirped, placing her hands in the peoples to her sides as she started into another one of her songs.

You wondered if Sandor was alright. He was an experienced warrior, or a killer as he liked to call himself. Surely, this was just another small battle for him. He would return and continue his charade as your guard, acting aloof and uncaring as you had grown used to. You would marry his brother and die at his hand. Yes, that is how your story would end.

Cersei and Tommen listened as Lancel Lannister entered the room, bringing with him everyone’s attention.

“The battle is lost, your grace. Stannis' troops are at the gates. When the gold cloaks saw the king leaving, they lost all heart.” He had tried earlier to keep Joffrey on the battlefield, but relented when Cersei insisted he be taken to his chambers.

“Where is my son?”

“I want to escort him back to the battle.”

“Why do I care what you want? Bring me…” Her eyes widened as Lancel cut her sentence short.

“Now, you listen to me-”

Her knees locked as she rose to her feet, volcanic rage bubbling and boiling her bones as she laid a solid punch to Lancel’s shoulder. His legs buckled and gave way to the ground beneath him as he clenched his other hand to the noticeable wound that leaked blood onto his armor. It was glacial, the way she stepped over him as he writhed in pain, escorting her son away as if he had not just bore witness to his cousin’s attack.

Assisting a handmaiden who was stripping Lancel of his armor to tend to his wound, your hands were drowned in his blood. Your dress was stained in seconds, the bright liquid was drawn into the fabric like a sponge. “Here.” You tore at the frayed hem of your skirt, balling the cloth into your fist as you pressed it uncomfortably into the puncture. “Hold still.” The handmaiden grunted, her hand held Lancel to the floor.

“The battle-” He tried to argue, but nobody paid him mind as his wound wept.

“Shut up about the battle, would you? Stannis has won, but you do not need to die because of it.” You retorted. There was an evident recognition in his eyes as his vision blurred and swept through your features.

“You’re Lady (Y/n),” a bitter exhale was paired with the awkward pushing of your hair from your face, “they wanted to wed us. You’re very nice.”

Taken by his shift in attitude, you shook your head and wiped his blood from your hands down the front of your gowns bodice. “It is not the time for that conversation… someone find him some milk of the poppy.” You rose to your feet and looked at the handmaiden. “I’ll go gather some silk to stitch the wound.”

The frightened yelps and screams of the women and children echoed through the room and down the halls of the holdfast as people became frantic. Sansa attempted to calm them, and as they broke into hymn her voice disappeared and so too did she.

The halls of the keep were distinguishably quiet for the battle that was supposedly raging on just outside. You could hear the muffled screams of men and women bouncing off the walls, emitting from one of the gates closest to the Keep. Your room was the way you left it hours before, darkened now by the mad night that cursed the battle and concealed its moon with smokey clouds of debris. An awful stench wafted through the thickened air, a smell that would permeate your mind for the coming days as you tried to flick the thoughts from your head.

Walking to your bed, you ducked down and withdrew the pack you had put together when Ser Lorric had suggested the two of you leave Kings Landing shortly after your arrival. Inside, its contents had slowly depleted as you utilized medicinal items, but was not short on currency as you had not been able to visit the markets since your arrival. Surveying the pack, you considered fleeing, heading west to Tumbleton where you shared drinks and good food with your traveling party, then down the Mander toward Highgarden and the Shield Islands. The silk was still where you had left it. Choosing to return to Lancel, you threw the strap over your shoulder.

“Leaving?” An unexpected voice followed the fast creaking of the door you had just closed, evincing the new presence that shared the room. The second he was able to fully take in the state of your body he paused. A look of confusion with traces of worriment joined in the uncharacteristic shake of his breath as he advanced and took your wrists in his hands. “Who hurt you?”

It did look poorly. Your arms were caked with dried brown blood, your dress too. A smear of the ruby liquid dripped from your cheekbone from where Lancel had pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “Nobody. It’s not mine.”

If you weren’t in his grasp, you would have stumbled backward at the sight of him. He was dressed in full armor, his shoulders weighted heavily by the metal plates that bulked his already large figure. Brunet locks of waved hair clung to his skin, coated thickly in the sweat that beaded from his forehead. Blood appeared to be oozing from hidden wounds, congealing on top of his calloused and tightened skin.

“Lancel was hurt, the queen attacked him.” At the mention of his name, Sandor tightened his hold on your wrists. “You’ve returned, but the battle is not over to my knowledge. Did Stannis actually win?”

Your breath coasted against his, the rise and fall of his heaving chest giving way to a flick of his head as he kept one eye trained on the closed door. The strong stench of liquor laced into each exhale he gave, likely not more so than yours as you had been partaking in wine to calm your nerves.

“I don’t know.”

“Then why are you here? You have to defend Kings Landing, the people, the king.”

After a tight squeeze to your wrists, he released you, but did not stand to his full height. He remained at your level, focus flickering from your face to the darkness behind you. “Fuck Kings Landing.” He enunciated the first letter of each word, driving the sentiment. “Fuck the king. I’m leaving Kings Landing.”

That was it, you thought. His final farewell to you were words of disdain for his rulers. Afterall, Cersei had mentioned that many men loyal to the Lannisters would be put to the sword. It would be safer for him to flee should the city fall to Stannis. A wave of pained emotion washed through your body, pushing out all thought as your mind only felt the numbness of his abandonment. You would be left in the hands of whichever ruling party had their hold on Kings Landing, likely falling to the same fate as Cersei outlined for the women of the Keep. That, or you would be left to his brother who would ensure your life be cut short.

Breaking his gaze, you cast your vision to the ground. “Where will you go?”

“Some place that isn’t burning.” His breathing had slowed. “North, might be… could be.”

Unable to bring anything else to your throat, you waded into the shallow waters of doubt and conveyed your conflicted potion of ardor and tenderness in as few words as possible. “I will miss you.”

A bitter chuckle, an honest and real chuckle, passed through his lips as he shook his head. “You’re coming with me.” He reached his gloved hand out to caress the puff of your cheek as you had done to him before the battle. “Or you can stay here and become a pretty gift for the men who are sacking the city and a wife to my brother.”

The salted tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes subsided as your stomach jumped to your throat. Your gaze found his, a new look was tucked into the profundity of his focus. “What about Sansa? If you’re to head north, she can return home.”

“You took a long time to get to your room.” He stated. “The little bird did not want to come. I scare her.” He carried on, prolonging his speech as he took center stage and held no fear in being the one to do all the speaking. He had grown so used to your sustained rambling over the past year. Your words of empty chatter often filled the silence that lay still over the company you shared. It was a strange turn of events for him to find you speechless, which he was full of unspoken words. “I’ll keep you safe. Take you home.”

Yells and orders from outside the door as men rushed past caused him to stop in his tracks. He was running out of time to leave under the concealment of chaos outside. Seeing your prolonged silence as your own final farewell in some form or another, he nodded and took two steps back from you. As he turned on the ball of his foot, a small hand locked around his. “I’ll go with you.”

The white cloak of his king's guard garb was draped over your shoulders in an effort to disguise you as a handmaiden seeking shelter in the Keep. There was no time to change clothes and Sandor mentioned something about finding you new apparel on the road. Your dress would quickly be rendered useless, as the fabric that dried within Lancel’s wound left holes below your knees and his blood would be impossible to remove. The two of you ran together, your legs having to take two long strides to keep up with him. The stables were just as chaotic; soldiers readied their horses to descend to the Mud Gate, heads of those Cersei commanded dead were displayed brutally next to their bleeding bodies, and each man’s yelled orders overtook the last.

A black steed was already saddled, waiting for your intended departure. The pack that remained over your shoulder was stuffed into a saddlebag and Sandor held his hands to your waist as he hoisted you sideways onto the beast. You suppressed the thought of the unknown, focusing entirely on the man who sat behind you. His chest was pressed into your shoulder, your body cradled by his. The horse’s reins were held in his hands, your arm was wrapped tightly around his midsection, and his caged you in as the cooling wind of the night drifted past.

The gates clattered as the peasants outside the walls clawed to get in, let in slowly by the guards who were lucky enough to not see the brunt of the battle. As you passed, you could see the golden glow of their helms. Ducking below the curvature of Sandor’s shoulders, you barely spared the knights a passing glance as you rode from the city. There was no questioning your departure. The men likely believed him to be rallying troops in another area. The thought of battle being brought to their gates had them closing and bolting the locks.

Smoke rose into the distant skies of the Blackwater. The bay was set ablaze with an unnatural green hue, burning brightly on the shores as men burnt alive. Agonized cries radiated from the battle that raged on. You looked back, the glow of the city becoming distant with each mile into the night. The streets of Kings Landing disappeared, hopefully signifying the second and last time you would ever see them.

Writers note: lmao we outie ✌🏼 bye bye Kings Landing...

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#sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane #sandor x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones fanfiction

[aesterblaster]

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Similarities: A protagonist that could easily be seen as villanish, lots of ego/themes of trying to be the best by any means, interesting and fleshed out side characters, lots of beautiful symbolism in the art, an insane coach

Differences: This is a completed story! You can read it from beginning to end pretty much. It has many very heavy moments to do with child abuse, death and the bullying is much more explicit. It's a bit of a tear jerker.

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Special note: This was one of the main inspirations for Blue Lock!

Similarities: Very high stakes game run by a mysterious people, money involved to a degree, the protagonist is extremely smart and quickly adapts, sometimes he teams up with other characters, plot twists galore but it never feels too deus ex machina, also has an anime

Differences: The art style in Kaiji is pretty unique in its sharp shapes and thick lines if less aesthetic art is a deal breaker for you avoid this one, like literal torture and character death, the main action is gambling so some arcs can get very touch and go/repetative

<english name: Teppu>

Main premise: A girl who is extremely talented in every field and therefore easily bored gets into mma fighting. After losing a fight to a member of the school's unofficial mma club she becomes determined to get better. Overcoming multiple obsticles to reach her goal of beating that original classmate, she fights in tournament after tournament.

Similarities: Will get you obsessed with a sport lmao, uses a lot of technical language and really shows you the ins and outs of everything, rivalry and hatred run soo deep the fights? top tier, characters can be straight up dickheads sometimes, the possible gayness is strong in this one, super bingable

Differences: Lower stakes/More focused on one person as the end goal, female protagonist and antagonists! Doesn't talk about psychology as much as Blue Lock does, has some violence/child abuse, finished series and warning the ending is a bit rushed

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock manga #bluelock #plot analysis #kaiji ultimate survivor #teppu #the boxer #manga recs #manga recommendation

[hyvnology]

daylight

title: daylight

pairing(s):  seungmin x reader

tags: fluff, nothing but fluff

requested by: @seunievrse

note. 

guess what won out lmao,,,,, but see, seungminnie is no longer by bias wreker but i am still so so fond of this boy,,, he is so,,, sobs. it’s a bit shorter than i would’ve liked but i think that if i continued, it would be too repetative. hope you enjoy it!!!

Sometimes you wonder what your younger self would say if they saw you now.

If they saw the way you laughed, eyes crinkling and laughter loud and unconstrained. If they saw the way you danced under the stars, held in a pair of arms that were so so gentle, as if you were something precious. If they saw the way you loved, if they saw the way he loved you.

Love had been something you feared. To you, it was something that was synonymous with fear, with pain, with disappointment. Love, you used to believe, was something that made you feel like you were not enough, that you would never be enough. Love, you used to believe, was something that was as cruel as you were.

Love to you, had been something that weighed you down. It had been something that you used to fear, something that you knew would leave you bruised and broken, aching for a fantasy you couldn’t have. Love, to you, had been something that caused sleepless nights, that caused the erratic beat of your heart and the burn in your lungs.

Love you used to believe would be burning red.

Red like the fury that came with words that felt like a dagger and a gaze that made your skin crawl. Red like your wounded heart, far too frail to be given to someone but aching to be held. Red like blood staining your knuckles as crimson bled through the bandages.

Love, you thought, would be burning red; like the crimson staining your cheeks as you became the butt of the joke, like the crimson that came with puffy eyes and heartbreak when people were wounded because you were afraid, always so afraid to show them your heart.

But, it took a pair of gentle hands, it took a pair of warm brown eyes for you to know that it was golden.

Golden like the warm rays of the sunlight. 

Love, you learned, is warm, it’s soft and gentle and tucked away within giggles and stolen glances. Love, you learned, is within unspoken gestures and silent supports. Love, you learned, is something that you ache, it leaves you dizzy and excited and warm.

Love you learned, is like light in the dark.

Love, you learned, is what makes him Kim Seungmin.

Kim Seungmin and his stubbornness that broke through your walls. Him with his warm embrace that felt of nothing but comfort, of safety. Him with his face tucked away on your shoulder as he shook with laughter, him with his soft hands that held you close to him, the beat of his heart echoing through your mind and lulling you to sleep. Him with his honeyed voice distracting you from the world, from your mind.

Kim Seungmin was nothing but warmth, like the rays of the sun when it hit your skin.

Kim Seungmin with his dry words that made you break into small giggles, him with his soft gaze that made you feel important, him with his fingers playing with your own,  him with his soft whispers and touches that left you feeling nothing but warm warm warm-

It was like the first rays of the sun after a long night. Of warm hues of orange and red taking over the dark blues.

Kim Seungmin had been the light in your dark, he had been the one who held you, whispered sweet nothing and ran his fingers through your hair, told you you were enough even when you left that you were too much or gave too little.

Love you found, was golden.

And sometimes, sometimes you wonder what your younger self would say if they saw you now.

Maybe they’d be happy at the fact that you finally found someone who was willing to see you, someone who knew you and refused to back down, who saw your worst and still thought you were someone that could be loved.

Sometimes you wonder what your younger self would say if they saw you now, a person who defined themselves by what they loved instead of what they hated, what they feared.

Sometimes you wonder what your younger self would say if they saw you now and you know that they’d be happy at the fact that you have someone like Kim Seungmin who makes every moment of your life golden.

#skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stary kids #fluff #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz

[theamalgaverse]

Hey Peter have you met the skykid? If so,are you too friends? If not,then why?

Peter: “NOW FOR THE RECORD I do scare people, but putting that aside we’re alright. I think.”

#hes barely interacted with the kid keep note of this! #answering the inbox #amalgaverse #repetance catalyst - peter #peter the pumpkin #frolicking light - moth/skykid #sky cotl oc #sky cotl moth

[k00293900]

Animation week one

Day 1

On Monday we got our brief for our animation project. The theme would be world building.

Although animation is based a lot on characters it is important to note that backgrounds and world building is just as important as the characters because it completes the whole image and can be used to convey important info about the story, such as the time and place or to provide context for the characters actions, which helps the audience out visually. It also enhances the drawing into a composition.

We then went to the Limerick city library where we chose a few childrens books, these books would help inspire us to create our own worlds for our mini-me's, these mini-me's are a version of ourselves that we would create in 3D and later place in our backgrounds for our animation.

The book I chose for inspiration for my background was 'The Sleeping Beauty' by Ursula Jones and illustrated by Paola Escobar.

My artist reference was Paola Escobar, Paola is a graphic designer and illustrator from Columbia.

She is the illustrator of award-winning picture book 'planting stories' and also the illustrator of my book 'sleeping beauty'.

Style: Paola's style is very unique and quite detailed, she includes plenty of texture and intriquite design in her illustrations. Her line work includes lot's of colour which makes her art seem delicate and soft. Personally I love her style and I'm excited to replicate aspects of her style along with my own to create something new, my style wouldnt be as simple as hers so it'll be interesting to see the final outcome.

Colour: Poala includes very bright and usually warm toned colours in her illustrations, her colours are all complimentary with eachother and she does an amazing job contrasting her colours in the right places. As I said earlier she adds texture to her colours which adds more depthn and demension to her pieces.

Shape: For this book especially, the shapes and design she illustrated are very much inspired by the style of 1920's.

She included this style in fashion, such as the flapper style dress as you can see here;

I reserached and found the flapper style was worn amoung young women in the 1920's. They would wear short dresses that wouldnt have much shape with a low back and higher neck. These women would usually have their hair in a bob.

I found that Paola used a lot of the Art Deco style in this book too. This style was also very popular in the 1920's, characterized by sleek geometric or stylized forms use of symmetry and repetion of elements.

As well as Art Deco I found there was use of Art Novoeu architecture; Art Novoeu was 20th century aesthetic movement, influenced by the natural world or defined by elagant shapes and structured designs.

After reseraching all these elements, I was especially inspired by the Art Deco style as well as her own style and shape, these were the things that stood out to me the most. Perhaps I can use the symmetrical designs for my mini-me and use tecture and style for the backgrounds.

[ursinetransguy]

My autism and therianthropy:

☆I like small spaces. They make me feel safe and help with compression/bodily awareness. I've almost always had a den or a hide away spot for comfort when i was able.

☆I have major sensory processing issues. I often cant tell how big or strong I am. I struggle to keep track of my body and my brain typically overcompensates, making me feel larger than I am.

☆Those sensory issues also play into my hands and feet feeling more paw like.

☆I have always been more socially isolated, both by being singled out and by just being inherently more solitary/self entertained/self sufficient.

☆I do not like the texture of smooth things. I have always preferred nature over any urban environment.

☆My relationship with food has been selective and reward based. I want food that is good for me or comforting and i like it more if i get it myself. I have always had an affinity for foraging and would like to learn to hunt ethically.

☆The way I percieve the world feels bear like to me. I have an inherent sense of curiosity, skittishness, audacity, playfulness, attentiveness, relentlessness, etc.. I am aware that these are human characteristics as well, but my experience with these qualities has always felt different than other's portrayal of them. In other words, I have met plenty of people who can be described like bears but I behave and percieve as one, to an extent where it has been pointed out. Usually by calling me odd or "a bit much" or offputting, but it is noticed nonetheless.

☆I experience all my emotions with my full body. Feeling things is a sensory experience for me. All of my emotional reactions look and feel very similar to that of a bear.

☆Ive leaned heavily on vocal stims for emotional and physical regulation. Mostly grunts and repetative phrases. The grunts are the bear part obviously lol

My trauma and therianthropy:

☆I had to be self sufficient as a kid because my parents didnt take care of me very well and i was not very likable. Not a self deprecation thing, just how my interactions with others went.

☆I struggled with communicating emotions due to home life not really allowing it and it proving useless in school environments.

☆I developed a sense of self defense that is extremely bear like. I stand my ground, look at whatever(whoever) is threatening me, asses the threat, charge, gauge reaction, attack/flee. This pattern developed more fully around 10yrs old. This is when i see myself becoming more of a juvenile bear than a cub. I interacted with a lot of sadistic assholes as a cub. Words meant nothing, fighting back couldve gotten me killed, and intimidation was always safer but i didnt have the tools to be intimidating.

☆I was like a backseat driver in my own head for a long time and kept quiet about a lot. I talked a lot, but not with any real substance. The internal me was silent for a very long time. The most genuine aspect of me is when i am allowed to fully go nonverbal, simply because being genuine and talking are incompatible for me in my head, even if i am talking accurately and emotionally.

☆Intimidtion became a core part of how i cary myself. I am not large but i have been regarded as scary a lot. I do not fight often, but it has been noted by most that i could. In that way i feel like i am percieved as a bear.

☆I was hospitalized a LOT as a teenager and faced a lot of medical malpractice. This very much so solidified my already present discomfort with urban environments and made me crave nature even more.

☆I have always needed a territory. Even if it was just my bed or just a small box that noone else was allowed to touch. The only way to keep anything mine was to get really territorial over a singular spot, even if i let people kick my ass everywhere else, i was safe in my territory. I made sure of it.

#bear therian #actually autistic #therian #trauma #psychological therian

[sully-s]

Hi, I have very much been in love with your thumbnails since you first posted them and I was just wondering how you learned to do them? Did you go to art school? Are you self taught? Either way, I just need you to know that I love you and you make my day whenever you post a new comic or drawing💙

I've been doing short little gag comics since I was 10. Tho I can't really say I'm self taught beucase I don't remmber "studying" any techquines or how certain comics work. I'm not a actively curious person and I have a adversion to learning, true learning not just listening to nonfiction book in the background (becuase I do, do that) I mainly learn out of necessity and by a slow osmosis. (Which is while I will always be an artist just not a great artist lol) And I'm sure over the many years I've absorbed information subconsciously by sheer exposure and I remmber reading some internet tutorial about how to do bubble placement but I can't really tell you how I learned.

What I can tell you is how I think when I make one.

So when I think of comic it's not in a comic froum. It's just events playing out In my minds eye like on a TV show like Arrested Development. Simple directing no crazy angles, or flashy editing.

I then wirte the script

I wirte the dialogue And rough non verbal discrption first becuase that's basically all my comics are about people talking with the occasional reaction shot.

Then I read that dialogue and find the natural breaks and emphasizesiums. And group those dialogues together. This is mainly intuation, and how you see it in your minds eye. This is also subject to change.

Then I get into the real meat of discription where I on good days I stretch my creative mussles and think out of my comfort zone With interesting angles, poses, visual sotry telling background cues; and on most days I just elaborate on basic detials like vague setting , who's in the background , forgrond, thier expressions, ect.

And during this part you might find yourself reworking your groups these groups become our pannles and by the end you Have a working script :)

Then I try to make those pannles fit on to a page it like makeing a puzzle fit that's what the thumbnailing is. I do it in penical first or I'll make a few small ones like before on a good day I'll flex my comic skills I'll make 3-4 different version of the same page to branch out of my normal patterns which is good practice. I don't always do it becuase the idea in my head feels so right even if it is repetive and unimaginative I just can't deviate.

I sometimes make a larger version of my smaller scribble ( Like I posted) with various colors and bubble placement becuase it's closer to the right size ( the smaller version I normally draw on sticky notes and they are too wide and I try to make them more vertical. and its for motivation I find if I have a nicer thumbnail to look at the more likely I will draw that comic…. Also I have a lot of empty journals laying around the house so . . . Lol

I hope this super long reply helped.

#Q&A #long post #porcess