#she awakened something in me xD

[manyeyedsphynx]

collection of screenshots with Explicator Zola from Warhammer 40k: Darktide

#wh40k darktide #wh40k #darktide #explicator zola #zola #screenshots #game #butch #best butch tbh <3 #tough women #badass women #prologue #she awakened something in me xD #yes I do have a huge crush on her...^^° #lesbian vibes #bisexual vibes

[matan4il]

911 ep 705 first watch reactions

Of course 911 would "punish" the "You are the boss of you!" guy with an alien hand that attacks him, and does what it wants. Pooor Buck and Eddie paying the price for that...

Okay, love the storyline with Hen and Karen possibly eventually adopting an older girl. Too many shows just find easy, unrealistic ways to give their same sex couples kids, and I am really glad that 911 shows the reality of it, and that it is a more complex struggle for many, that it's an act of continuously choosing to be parents. That's actually an amazing, difficult thing, and it should be faithfully depicted and respected, for all of its heartache, and the little moments of triumph.

Buck and Tommy on a date, and Eddie comes along with Marisol? Love how Buck's bisexual awakening and coming out continues to involve Eddie so much. Tell me they're end game, even if they're not gonna get together right now, without telling me they're...

I did not need to learn Marisol is moving in with Eddie like this, with any build up, or even any sort of insight into the relationship, and nope, that does not bode well for them. IDK how 911 managed to do it, but they have somehow managed to give Eddie a love interest the show is even less invested in than Ana.

And the funniest bit, is that Marisol and Eddie's big development is only there to further Buck's journey anyway.

"You can never have too much closet space" LMAO the way 911 both made me laugh, and feel sorry for poor, baby bi Buck. XD

Hmmm. Were parts of this scene cut out? We don't get to see Eddie on his own date with Marisol, but constantly looking over at Tommy and Buck? Boo. I'm glad we at least got the BTS photos, then. But seriously, why!? That was gonna be so delicious.

Oh, Tommy's breaking up with Buck. I mean, good for him, and he ain't wrong after Buck's "after this, we're gonna go out looking for chicks" reaction, but man do I feel sorry for Buck. Him and Tommy might not be my end game (Buddie forever will be), but I do think this relationship could be good for our baby bi. Tommy being in the same profession, knowing what it's like to have this gap between who you are and the image of guys in your line of work, plus he's got more experience than Buck, is sure of himself, can help our boy figure himself out, and also Buck obviously does like his vibe. He deserves to be with someone he actually likes, not just the first woman willing to be with him that the plot pushed in his way.

Oh, baby Buck. :( You didn't even tell Maddie about Tommy. You really aren't ready it. But also (and as a Buddie shipper, more importantly), Tommy broke things off with Buck, but what is eating him up, is that he lied to Eddie. XD Yeah, this gonna end with wedding bells, sooner or later. On screen, off screen after the show ends with canon Buddie, or only in my head if 911 never dares make Buddie canon, I don't care. That kind of emotional devotion is not something that my hopelessly romantic heart can ignore.

OMG, this is how Buck comes out to Maddie? XD Via random pronoun mention, and as a by product of trying to figure out how to tell Eddie the truth? This is hilarious. lol It really makes it clear that, after all, the issue for Buck really isn't people knowing he is also dating guys (or checking their asses), even when it's the other closest person in the world for him, it's Eddie. Specifically. Buck's ready, even if he doesn't have the exact clear words yet, he's just not ready to tell Eddie. Can't imagine why. XDDD

What was that awkward post-sex scene with Eddie and Marisol? And the issues with her moving in are popping up a second after she has. But yeah, we have no idea who this woman is as a person, she's been a cardboard cut out so far, and then one of the first things we do learn about her, is that she would call her stuff better than Eddie's? Once again, this is not the stuff great romance is made of. Or... even just the stuff any kind of romance is made of.

Wait, Marisol was a nun, and Eddie didn't even know!? This whole ep is telegraphing in the news of how weird and awkward and underdeveloped this r/s is, not just for us as viewers who know nothing about Marisol, but apparently for Eddie as well.

And of course his Catholic guilt is gonna kick in now. I'd care, except 911 has given me absolutely no reason to. Seriously, I care more about Buck and Tommy after just 2 eps, than Eddie and Marisol, even though this is technically her 2nd season on the show.

Of course Buck went to find Eddie, and spotted him at the gym. Forever 201 vibes, with Eddie being the focus of Buck's attention. ^u^

I couldn't care less about Eddie's Catholic guilt crisis, and how it's actually a projection of what his real issues are with Marisol, but it's nice to see that as always, Buck's the one who can tell when something's off, and offer Eddie exactly what he needs (even when that's to talk to someone else, but Buck figures out immediately who the right person to address is), and then they just very naturally switch, because Eddie can also tell when something's off with Buck, and he wants to tell him something. Soulmates. THAT is the stuff that great romance IS made of.

:/ The imagery of Catholic nuns has not been around for over 2,000 years, please stop being ignorant about your own religion, and the very different way it looked in its early days.

Bobby is forgiven, he does give good advice, and his "her ex, the Lord" bit, which prompted that reaction from Eddie, is hilarious. XD

So... when Eddie is having issues with Marisol, he already knows he has to figure out how he feels about her, but instead of doing so, he goes to his safe place... Buck's loft.

Man, Eddie being into Tommy's choice of avoidning relationships with women, and hanging out with boys, after in the past, Eddie had dealt with his Shannon issues by running away from her, and re-enlisting in the army, where he gets to hang out with boys, when we all (Buck included) know why Tommy's "hanging out with boys"... I do like that if they want to (and hopefully they do), this further lays the groundwork for Eddie's own queer realization.

Buck and Eddie helping each other with their respective romantic problems, without realizing they are each other's respective romantic solution is gonna make me chew on my own fists. Again. But I'm not even a little bit surprised that Eddie was totally fine and accepting of Buck being bi, or that the first thing he thought of is how this reflects on them. Because their friendship IS way deeper and closer than normal for platonic friends, and Eddie's little reassurance is also an admission of that.

Man, for a second I was worried they also cut out Eddie in the loft, once more putting his thumb on Buck's pulse point possessively, in a perfect parallel to 303. I would have sued for emotional damages. But yeah, it says so much that the peak of emotional meaningfulness for Buck when coming out is in relation to Eddie, and that the scene itself peaks with Eddie, instead of finishing rushing out to take care of his own romantic business, hurries back to Buck first, to hug him, place his hand on Buck and give him orders. "Sure, you're gonna be dating this guy, but I'm still your real husband."

Well, at least Eddie amitted to himself and Marisol that he doesn't actually know her. But... I have never seen two people being both being so happy about not moving in together, and I'm supposed to think this r/s has a chance? Okay. Suuuure.

The scene with Buck going to Tommy to set things straight ready for something was lovely, it was nice seeing him excited, and get to choose, and hear he's wanted. But since the note Tommy and Buck's storyline in this ep should have ended on, is Buck showing Tommy he's ready enough to let others know he's dating a guy by inviting Tommy to come with Buck to Madney's wedding, then why is the very next scene playing the romantic switch again, making us think Buck's car just arrived at the wedding with him and Tommy, only for Buck and Eddie to walk in together? I see what you did there, 911.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

#911 spoilers #911 #911 abc #911abc #911 on abc #911onabc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 meta #chimney han #maddie buckley #bobby nash #tommy kinard #911reactions #9-1-1 #henren #madney #118 firefam #fire family #hen wilson

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 9)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the morning after your ravenous night with toji leaves you wanting more, especially after being interrupted by the weight of all your responsibilities. thank god gojo is there to help, right? ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au, academia au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral sex (m!recieving), dirty talk, gojo being a male menace ☆ a/n: one chapter, two guys...y/n is on a roll xD she's living her best life. also this one is a bit short but i promise it's bc i've got a lot cooking for the next chapter!! sry it took so long to update too i'm still getting thru a bunch of asks and other fics and everything and also starting a new job. life is weird but fun! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

you wake up feeling extremely tired and groggy; the sun is hidden behind the clouds this morning, but it’s the after effects of the joint you smoked with toji last night that gives you a brutally rude awakening. feeling more sluggish than usual, it takes you a while to remember where you are, the lack of decorations in a plain master bedroom throwing you off. it’s not until you hear toji shifting next to you that all the memories from last night flood your mind: his call you accidentally accepted, him hearing everything you and satoru did, cumming three times – no four times last night…

oh god. you really went all out this time. you had fun but oh my god, you have a final to prep for! you turn over and face toji and see he’s still fast asleep and then you check the time: 6:30am. still pretty early. you check your phone and see a couple messages from shoko and satoru. you check shoko’s first: 

shoko: comin home tn?

shoko: everything good????

oh my god, you totally forgot to tell shoko you would be potentially spending the night with toji, and your stomach drops at how worried she must’ve been. you quickly type out a response: 

y/n: OMG I SPENT THE NIGHT AT TOJI’S IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL U :(

you check satoru’s texts: 

satoru [10:04pm]: missed ya at the study group :( 

satoru  [10:06pm]: wyd tmw? wanna study? 

satoru [1:17am]: what position he got u in?

wow. it started off so nicely until he… gojo’d it up. so close. you’re not even sure why you got into this complicated mess with him to begin with. 

y/n: ur sooo insufferable

y/n: i’ll be in the university library if u wanna come in the afternoon to study  🙄

“am i interrupting something?” you’re startled as toji wraps his muscular arms around you, holding you closer to his chest.. your bad mood quickly dissipates as you feel something hard grazing your ass. you turn your head to face toji as you grin groggily. 

“you’re not but it seems like you wanna start somethin’...” you say, slowly shaking your ass  against his erect member. toji’s hands slip under your sweatshirt and travel up to your chest, finding the mounds of your titties and playing with them as he thrusts his hips against your ass. 

“maybe…” you bite your lip and lean closer to him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss. his tongue darts out, rediscovering your mouth again as you sigh into him. you shift your body so that you’re facing him, and wrap your legs around his waist as his hands move slowly from your titties to your cheeks of your ass, massaging them as they grind slowly on him. 

“fuck, pumpkin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” toji groans as his sweats become increasingly uncomfortable due to how much his throbbing member is straining to get out. you playfully bite his lip, driving him even crazier. in swift motions, he pulls on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you yelp in surprise. your core reflexively starts to grind properly on his arousal, causing you to soak through your panties. 

toji unexpectedly thrusts into your clothed core, causing you to yelp before toji quickly slaps a hand over your mouth. “shh, can’t wake up –” he grunts as you desperately rut against his arousal,  “can’t wake up megumi…” his eyes suddenly snap open in panic as he stills your hips. he quickly grabs his phone and checks the time and swears under his breath. 

“what’s going on?” you whine, upset that he put an end to your early morning shenanigans. you lay your body on top of him while cradling his face as you press small wet kisses to his jawline, hoping he’ll forget about whatever he has to do today. ugh, just thinking that thought makes you annoyed about all the things you have to do today, now…

toji groans, willing himself to focus in spite of your soft kisses and whines. “gotta wake megumi up in 30…soccer meet…” 

oh, fuck. you totally forgot about that – the whole reason you and toji baked brownies in the first place. there’s no arguing with him about this and you know it, but god, you really wish you didn’t have to face reality so soon. you’d do anything to stay in a little bit more of momentary bliss before having to get back to the real world with final exams. you complain and sigh under your breath as you slowly slide off toji, as he apologizes and gets up slowly, both of you still trying to shake the sleep from your body. 

your eyes pan down to the tent in toji’s sweats, still visible. hm, maybe you don’t have to leave just now. you bite your lip in anticipation as you touch toji’s chest lightly, and drag your fingers slowly down to the waistband of his sweats, and then on top of the bulge of his own arousal. you apply some light pressure as you loosely grip it, causing toji to suck in a sharp breath. 

“fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be, pumpkin. just told you we can’t…gotta get ready and –”

“c’mon toji~,” you coo sultrily, using your finger to trace the outline of him, “it’ll be a quickie. i’ll suck you off and you’ll finish before it’s even time…” you make a show of swallowing in anticipation and hunger to have him in your mouth, and toji pinches the bridge of his nose. he wants you. bad. and maybe it won’t hurt anyone if megumi is like, what, 5 minutes late to the meet? it’s just fucking soccer. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says sharply, but you can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice. “y’got 5 minutes to make me cum, think you’re up to the challenge?” toji teases, as he already begins to bunch your hair up in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you close down on him. 

you giggle, and bite your lip to look up at him. “bet.” you immediately get straight to work on him, palming him through his sweats before slowly bringing down his sweats. you use your palm to rub against his raging arousal, and his guttural moan only spurs you on. 

“no teasing, pumpkin, time’s ticking…” toji keeps his hands firmly grasped in your hair, having full control on your head. you would be lying if you weren’t turned on at the fact that he could start fucking your mouth anytime he wanted to with his vice like grip, but you ignore the pool forming between your thighs. toji releases his throbbing member from its confines, the tip begging for attention.

you start slow, kissing his tip delicately and gradually taking more of him with every kiss, until you have him inside your mouth. you use your tongue swirl around his tip, causing him to let out a breathy groan. “f-fuck, pumpkin, just like that…” he lightly pushes your head down, carefully allowing you to take in more of his length. “i know you can take more. such a slutty girl dying to suck me off first thing in the morning.” 

you moan against him, his filthy words spurring you take even more of him and until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. toji takes control of your movements and starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

you feel his shaft twitching and his breaths getting shakier and you know toji is close. “fuck, pumpkin, gonna cum all over you.” toji increases the pace in which he fucks your mouth and you get ready to feel his spillage down your throat before he abruptly lifts your mouth off of him. he guides to the ground on your knees, while he strokes himself off. 

“wanna see myself all over you face, pumpkin,” he groans, increasing the speed of his strokes. “y’gonna let daddy cum all over your face?” you nod your head enthusiastically, and take your tongue out so that the tip touches it as it bobs from toji’s strokes. just as he promised, toji splatters your face with his cum like a jackson pollock painting, and whatever gets on your tongue, you make a lewd attempt to swallow. 

“fuck,” toji says, out of breath, “you’re such a fuckin’ slut you know that?”. he leans down and wipes some of his release from your face with his thumb and you open your mouth to suck on it. “bet you’re soaked under there…” toji murmurs, as his eyes trail down to your shorts. you bite your lip in anticipation as his hands trail down to the waistband of your shorts. he dips his fingers under your panties, and just as his fingers are about to touch the one place you really needed him to, the alarm in toji’s room and megumi’s room goes off. 

both you and toji quickly snap out of your lustful trance and remember reality. “oh, fuck” toji swears as he quickly puts on his pants as you grab tissues from the bedside drawer to clean up the mess on your face. if there’s a term for getting blue balled but for girls, you have it for sure, but you feel bad whining about it since there’s nothing the both of you can do about it. 

you’re about to head to the bathroom to wash up as toji puts on a jacket before heading to megumi’s room to wake him up. meanwhile, you use the toothbrush that toji had been so kind to bring for you the last time you spent the night and freshen up. it’ll be fine. just don’t think about how your clit is literally throbbing right now or how your panties are soaked. don’t think about how close his fingers are. don’t. don’t. DON’T! 

you frustratedly head downstairs to pack up your stuff. maybe if you make it home fast enough, you can use your vibrator to get some quick release from this morning. yes, that seems like the way to go. your thoughts are interrupted by toji coming downstairs with megumi.

“good morning, megumi”, you sing. he looks especially cute when he’s just tired and just woken up, with his big little yawns and droopy eyes. 

“mornin’...” he mumbles as toji puts him down. he rubs his eyes as he goes into the garage to get his cleats. 

toji walks to you and gives you an apologetic look. “sorry, pumpkin, i hate you leave you needy like this.” toji playfully pouts as he pulls you into a hug. he runs his fingers through your hair as you inhale his scent – spiced wood and a hint of his laundry detergent. 

“you owe me,” you say, looking up at him. “it’s taking everything in me to not jump your bones right this second.” you’re not totally lying when you say that. 

toji leans down to whisper in your ear. “the next time i see you, i’m gonna be eating you out for fuckin’ hours, pumpkin.” you shudder in anticipation, and you realize this conversation is not helping your situation… 

you pull up to the driveway of your apartment and quickly take the stairs two at a time, as you want nothing more than to take a quick shower (and maybe cum your brains out, too, who knows? hard to tell.). you open the door to see shoko already dressed and making waffles for breakfast. the smell of maple syrup and butter makes your mouth salivate as you realize just how hungry you are. 

“welcome back, slut!” shoko shouts from the kitchen. 

“mornin’ bitch!” you greet, as you take your shoes off at the entrance. shoko pokes her head out of the kitchen and eyes you up and down. “wait, what are you doing up so early?” you ask, realizing shoko usually is never awake before 10. 

“remember? i told you i needed to start studying step 3 like yesterday!” she says. you can’t recall if she ever said anything about taking the medical licensing exam before right now, but it does no good for you to fight her on it. 

“wait, are you going to the library to study, then?” maybe you could tag along with her and then you’ll be forced to actually make progress with the final exam. 

“yes, wanna come? you and satoru have a final right? and you’re just out and about “babysitting”?” shoko does dramatic air quotes around that word, making you roll your eyes. 

“you’re one to talk when you apparently have step 3 and you were with utahime last night,” you retort. 

“she’s a teacher, okay! she was teaching me!”

“teaching you to put your tongue down her throat.” you try to hold back your smile but fail. 

shoko laughs before going back to her playfully stern face. “get your shit ready for the library quickly, slut. i made you an extra waffle.”

you promise you’ll be out as soon as possible as you head to your room and take the fastest shower known to mankind. no really, you do not want to be caught dead being late for something shoko wants to do. you chuck your clothes into the laundry hamper as you decide on what to wear to study on a…damn. a rainy sunday. you decide on a cashmere blush pink turtleneck sweater with a pair of comfy black mom jeans. underneath it, you layer a skin tight full sleeve gray shirt to keep you warm. you quickly do your skin care and apply minimal make up, before grabbing your black raincoat and bag and going back to the kitchen. 

you see shoko almost finished with her waffle while yours is neatly set on a plate with strawberries (your favorite fruit), butter, and maple syrup. you quickly pat down your wet hair as you take a seat (you’re just gonna have to settle for wet hair in the rain today but it’s okay, it’s not like you have anyone to impress). you quickly scarf down the semi-cold waffle while you and shoko update each other about yesterday. 

“i can’t believe he blue balled you like that! jobless and a menace!” shoko says sympathetically. 

“stop calling him jobless! his job is being a father.” you defend toji, but you won’t lie, it’s a bit hard. 

shoko and you both giggle as you guys head to the campus library. 

you yawn as you take a sip of your iced hong kong coffee milk tea. this shit’s doing nothing to keep you awake. you check the time. 2:56pm. you’ve been studying for around 6 hours already, and your brain is fried. you’ve tried to take frequent breaks with shoko, but she has very unconventional study methods – study for hours straight and then sleep for double the amount of time and then rinse and repeat. it was psychotic to say the least. that is to say, you haven’t had a chance to wind down in between hours. the bright side, however, is that you were lightyears ahead of your study schedule. maybe you could afford to fuck around a little bit… 

you grab your phone from your bag and see 2 missed calls from satoru. shit. you can’t call him from this particular campus library since it was a designated quiet library, so you text him insead: 

y/n: sorry i missed ur calls what’s up

satoru: comin in 5 what floor u at babygirl

y/n: 5th and don’t call be babygirl 

satoru: np babygirl 

you roll your eyes. it’s so infuriating to talk to satoru sometimes, but especially now after you both shared an unexpected kiss (and more) together. now that you think of it, this is the first time you’re seeing him since the barcade. should you be feeling nervous? strangely, you’re feeling fine. if anything, you’re feeling that unfortunate familiar feeling down there that you forgot about after toji left you hanging, but are now remembering because of satoru. 

you’re not one to make moves on someone like satoru, but you bite your lip thinking about how maybe (read: definitely) convince him to…take a walk with you as a study break. you ponder on it a little bit more, weighing out the pros and cons. 

pros are that you’ll finally be able to get a release, especially after this morning and working so hard. the cons, however, are mainly that you’ll be doing that with…satoru. your best friend. your annoying will-definitely-make-fun-of-you-for-this-request best friend. with satoru being around a minute from getting here, you decide on just winging it based on how you feel. 

shoko and you hear sounds coming from the corner entrance of the floor and look up to see nanami, haibara, and satoru trailing behind them, balancing three cups of coffee in one hand with ease. satoru and haibara are snickering about something and nanami looks embarrassed to be near them and starts walking a bit faster ahead of them. you wave your hand and grab his attention as the group walks to your table. 

“hey y/n! how’s it goin–”

“if any of you idiots even speak more than a word above an undetectable whisper, i’m going to kill you all.” shoko says, interrupting nanami’s greeting. 

you all look at each other silently, taking shoko’s threats to heart. 

“gojo, i swear to god if you say even a single thing–” shoko starts as satoru’s shit eating grin starts to form slightly as he pulls a chair next to you. 

“relaaaaaax, ieri. you won’t even know i exist, besides, you can’t hate me. i got you coffee!,” he assures, placing one of the three coffee cups near shoko. you don’t believe him and you suspect shoko doesn’t either.  haibara and nanami sit across from you next to shoko as they keep their heads down and pull out their books and laptops as quietly as humanly possible. you give a meek wave to them. 

gojo silently hands you a clear iced cup, with what you can only deduce to be an iced matcha latte with oatmilk. you apprehensively take a sip. unsweetened. just how you like it. “wow, my signature order?”

“what can i say? i’m a guy who pays attention.” satoru says, shrugging overtly humbly. 

“more like you’re obsessed with me.” you take another sip. 

“is that such a bad thing?” he says, lowering his voice, and bringing his face closer to you.

“you guys need to shut the fuck up.” shoko says, not looking up from her laptop and whatever she was writing in her notebook. 

“hey, i just booked a study room on the floor. let’s head there and study so we don’t bother shoko-san.” says haibara, as he closes his laptop and slowly gathers his stuff from his desk. 

“good idea!” you say, as you grab your stuff to move. satoru hasn’t bothered to take a single thing out, so he grabs your coffee and waits for you to pack up your things as nanami and haibara go ahead of you to secure the room. you and satoru follow closely behind. 

“sooo…” satoru starts. 

“sooo what?” your voice a low whisper as you walk away from the table shoko is studying at.

“how was last night?” 

you roll your eyes. of course he wants to know that. you spin the question back to him. “how was your night?” 

“it was fine. boring, really, because we kept on talking about quantum theory and like, all i could think of was, ugh.” satoru dramatically rubbed his temples to feign agony. “all i could think of was bending you over on a table and using my tongue to lick your–”

“WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK–” you quickly lowered your voice as people gave you dirty looks around the library at your outburst. “shut the fuck. up. satoru.” your eyes widen at how bold he was to say something like that at a library. with nanami and haibara just a little ahead of you. 

gojo seems unbothered and shrugs. “you asked?”

“yeah, people ask and you just say ‘it was good, thanks.’ not explicitly laying out all your thoughts!” you chastise. you’re choosing to ignore that oh so familiar feeling between your legs. 

gojo takes a sip of his coffee. “c’mon, y/n. let’s just…man, fuck this ‘study session’”. you’re unsure why he does air quotes around ‘study session’ because for all intents and purposes, you did plan to use this time to get ahead of your study plan. “let’s just go back to my place or somethin’. suguru’s not home, we can just chill. do some of that studying you wanna do, and like, whatever else.” 

“you’re literally too horny function.”

“don’t act like you don’t wanna as well.”

ok, he got you there. “not right now, i wanna study!” you look at him, this time with pleading eyes. “don’t say anything horny in there, please. i can’t have people know about this, it’s so embarrassing.” 

“ouch.”

“don’t say anything in there and i’ll blow you in the library after you explain the quantum theory stuff that’s gonna be on the final to me.”

this deal makes satoru’s eyes widen. it’s too good to be true for him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at besides being a male menace, it’s explaining tough science concepts to cute girls. “deal.”

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[bunthebreadboy]

OMG!!! A FELLOW AZUTARA SHIPPER!!

Please please please!!! What are your headcanons for this ship??? Like, how do you think they would meet and feel about each other? What would they feel when they realize they have a crush on the other??? And how do they get together???

And how do they navigate their relationship once they get to confess, considering they are both stubborn and that they would butt heads xD

AAAAAAAA, I wanna know all about it!!!

ok ok azutara headcanons GO:

these are not canon compliant cause we know how they meet and feel about each other and all that in canon lol

- azula isn’t evil by any means! yeah she’s a little bit of an asshole (or maybe a lot), but she was also a kid raised in an abusive household. katara on the other hand is a proud, self-proclaimed lovable asshole.

- they’ve been in the same social circle since they’re both kids of world leaders, but they weren’t fond of each other as kids.

- they forget about each other and meet again years later! when they’re adults, because you will never catch me writing an au where they’re 14. in canon, whatever. but i’m more comfortable writing characters closer to my age! you will also never catch me writing smut btw, it also makes me uncomfy.

- also azula has been in therapy since she became a legal adult and she has a good relationship with zuko because of it.

- so let’s say they meet again when they’re in their undergrad. neither of them recognize each other, both of em think of the other as “the smartass girl from my gen psych class”

- katara’s in bio pre-med but is 100% that girl that has three minors and a certificate in something. probably things like sociology, anthropology, women’s studies, etc.

- azula’s a business major. not by choice. i could definitely see her in something like forensic science or chemistry instead.

- anyways, they have a shared gen ed class and both of em are really into it because they both have mommy issues! which is why when they’re forced to work together on a project they decide they hate each other again.

- they realize that they knew each other in childhood when zuko and sokka walk into the water siblings’ shared apartment while katara and azula are fighting over making a powerpoint.

- katara makes an offhand comment about ozai being an asshole and azula just. loses it. bursts out crying. and katara’s there panicking like “oh my god what do i DO”

- katara ends up comforting azula and opens up about her mom to try and make azula feel less alone in the family trauma department. azula thinks she’s a dumbass but in a tsundere way where she secretly respects katara but won’t admit it.

- after that the two of em start hanging out out of class more often and (shocking, i know) enjoying each other’s presence

- katara realizes she has a crush first. it happens when they go to present their project and katara freezes up out of nowhere (which is so out of character for her) and azula immediately picks up her sentence and helps katara get through her part of the presentation

- so disaster bi katara ends up pining for at least a year because azula’s a dumbass who is subzero in flirting skills and completely oblivious

- azula’s also completely unaware that she’s gay as hell

- so azula realizes that she likes women…no not women…katara…at some sort of banquet where azula’s receiving a scholarship or smth and katara starts cheering for her from the audience (azula was tense, katara lightened the mood)

- so azula’s on stage having her gay awakening like “oh my god i’m in love with this dumbass who’s making a scene at this formal event and oh my god…” and as soon as she gets off stage she grabs katara’s hand and pulls her outside

- katara’s panicking and thinking azula’s pissed and goes to apologize but azula just. kisses her.

- katara’s immediate reaction is “fckin took you long enough”

- azula immediately goes red and is like “kat i realized i was gay less than five minutes ago please let me live”

- and therefore is subject to teasing for the rest of her life. the end.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #azula #azutara #kazula

[panderp123]

C3 EP 78

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The Lost Children

Seeing Bells Hells aftermath of the shard rejection and how Ashton has brought down those walls. The group goes off in different directions to come to terms with Ashton doing a selfish thing.

The moment…of all characters to say this…Delilah tells Laudna

“He’s a child…”

Which sparked Laudna to make one of her quirky dolls and pulled at my heartstrings.

But before this happened Fearne was so upset she had a somewhat childish tantrum about Ashton almost dying. Three of the party members have severe childish tendencies all different but wow!

Fearne doesn’t know how to handle anger because in EXU she got scared of being evil or turning. Which resulted in her having silent storm-offs or unusual lashouts. It’s very Fearne and how much isolation she’s had from being protected by Nana Mori. A being of the Feywild, Fearne is a delight but it’s so heartbreaking when something scary happens she becomes this little girl. Or a difficult decision such as reviving Orym earlier in the campaign.

Once Fearne storms off and as predicted Chetney goes off to console her. Ashton became this small thing and the walls were all gone. Some moments caught me by surprise.

“I…just want my parents.”

“I wanted someone to blame other than myself…”

“I don’t like myself very much…”

These are important points because I think Ashton…never really left the desert. Their inner child is constantly crying out for their missing parents. This also concluded my point before that the Greymoore home wasn’t as great as it should have been.

To link back to the doll Laudna makes later in this episode, Ashton sees Laudna and apologises. He didn’t betray her. He just did a dumb thing and that triggers Laudna’s childish tendencies. Laudna doesn’t understand the difference between betrayal over doing something dumb in a selfish manner. However, when the doll is handed to Ashton they start to cry.

Holding it and looking at it which a new look at their mistakes. Ashton is just this broken child deep down.

“I’ve never had a doll before…thank you.”

The fact Ashton had never been given a toy shows you how messed up their time must’ve been at the orphanage. Before they plain jump he tucks the Ashton Doll on his person.

Now on to Laudna, the weight of the events pulls her closer to her patron Delilah. As much as we don’t want her to awaken more I’m kind of glad Laudna had her to talk to for this as I feel Imogen would have sugar-coated it too much.

Delilah albeit dark, evil and narcissistic did make an effort to console Laudna. Not only that but Laudna defied her when Delilah suggested she take the shard.

The childish nature of Laudna is due to her traumatic past. So she clings to her inner child Matilda as those memories are not overshadowed by her time in the castle or with the Brairwoods. By all means this isn’t healthy at all! However, it is character growth.

Naming off all the sad things of her friends' pasts or her own Laudna finds a way to mend Ashton’s inner child by making a doll out of graffitied wood, a chipmunk skull & quartz. It’s simple but it made the tough punk cry so it must have worked.

I’m glad the ice was broken before they took respite in the Feywilds. Despite being homesick Fearne didn’t want to be selfish like Ashton in asking could they go. Given that the group are not mentally stable to face Ruidius they all agreed a needed R&R is needed due to lack of communication.

I like how Matt added Birdie & Ollie at Nana’s because the whole group needs a loving parent unite to help.

Things I’d like to see upcoming:

• Chetney is the Grandpa of wisdom of the group & there’s no BS so more of that. (Be funny if he hit on Alura more just for a laugh xD)

• Laudna & Ashton connect on a wholesome level with childish joys (toys or puppetry)

• Ashton & Fearne reconcile more. No romance but more fixing the foundations before anything happens

• Birdie has a secret 👀

• Allura becomes a more Mother like figure for Imogen in regards to her power.

• Orym gives Ashton a stern talk (Liam was AFK so it be good to see what happens there.)

• Nani Mori knows what to do with the shard 🔥

#dungeons and dragons #fearne critical role #critcal role #bells hells #ashton greymoore #fearne calloway #chetney pock o'pea #matthew mercer #talisen jaffe #ashley johnson

[dokidokitsuna]

Inventor/Invention

-In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been trying to make most of the characters in this AU look like they’re age 50+...which is something I’ve never done before, and it might explain why the designs have been so hit or miss. ^^;;;  Fortunately, Susie seems to be a hit; I like how this drawing came out. ^^ I think this body type + clothing aesthetic + age demographic is a particularly rare combination; personally I’ve never seen a character who looks like this before. And yet, I managed to make it work~.

-Susie (the current ‘President Haltmann’, btw) is basically Magolor’s right hand, and helps him with all the technological aspects of his conquest-- not only did she create Auto-Nightmare, she also had a large hand in cloning Blade, and studies the progression of her disease throughout the story. In return for playing the tech support role, she’s allowed to have the Haltmann Works Co. drain resources from all the worlds that Magolor conquers-- which he would agree to, of course, since it would be an easy way to keep his new subjects in line (read: oppressed and afraid) while he’s off looking for more heroes to murder.

It makes me wonder, though, what would happen if the “player” chooses to have Magolor become nicer over the course of the story…like, if he really does turn himself around, he and Susie would have to come into conflict over this deal eventually. ^^; Maybe I just won’t let him get to that point; maybe the best he can do for the purposes of the story is learn to love Blade and take care of her…while completely ignoring all the evil he’s done to the rest of the universe, and simply not giving a damn about letting the HWC consume everyone and everything he left behind. XD

-P.S. Susie basically has two main designs: she’d appear in this physical form for certain cutscenes, but fight exclusively with her mecha (which I totally will draw at some point…I promise…⚆u⚆; )

-Auto-Nightmare is the result of me wanting to finally use Nightmare in an AU for once, but wanting to do it in an unorthodox way. ^^ Besides, I can’t really see a more canon-esque Nightmare willingly being subservient to someone like Magolor…and in terms of traitors/fickle allies, Mags already has his hands full with Marx. I don’t need another character in the party who plays the same role…

So Auto-Nightmare was born, combining the Power Orb with some of Nightmare’s accessories to create this cuter, more unassuming design. Which eventually informed his character concept.

-”Auto” is not really Nightmare; not even an amnesiac-reset version of Nightmare. Technically he’s just a machine that was designed to force Nightmare’s Power Orb to awaken…but ultimately failed, and now simply draws from its power to create his own identity and abilities. The result is this walking bundle of anxiety who feels inferior to his “former self”, and tries to make up for it by doing everything his bosses tell him to do. ^^; However, over the course of the story, he befriends Blade, and starts to become more assertive. He may not be able to stand up for himself, but he quickly learns to stand up for his ailing friend, even to the point of openly criticizing Magolor for his treatment of her.

-As you might have guessed, this is where his “death” comes in. ^^ Soon after I decided he should be Blade’s only real friend, I kinda knew he had to die, because he would end up getting in Magolor’s way. Isolation is a large part of what makes an abusive relationship work; a victim with a staunch supporter who genuinely wants what’s best for them will escape your control eventually... …Besides, Magolor is terribly petty, and would probably be offended by this ‘magic tin can’ talking back to him…enough to snap and shatter his face while Blade is unconscious, if the "player" so chooses. =T

Because Auto isn’t really alive, he doesn’t exactly die…the Power Orb itself can even reform on its own. But breaking it in the first place causes his whole system to reset: he reverts to a silent, emotionless shell who just stands around and follows simple commands...and this is a devastating, soul-crushing event for Blade. Especially if you go one step further and choose to have Magolor lie about what happened to Auto, and/or imply that she killed him accidentally during one of her Malady flare-ups.

-On that note, if you don’t choose to have Magolor go down ^that sickeningly cruel path and just leave Auto alone, Blade actually does kill Auto accidentally, leading to a similar outcome. But at least then, it becomes an opportunity for Magolor to help Blade through this traumatic experience, and start to form a genuine bond with her. Again, if the "player" so chooses~.

#kirby #gijinka #au #BLADE_Princess #susie haltmann #nightmare

[twilightknight17]

"Guys, holy fuck" - Part 2

Hit the image limit on the other post so I broke it up so I could scream more. XD

So where were we?

Right, right, Shadow Toshiro.

Once the shadow goes down the first time, he goes one-winged angel and turns into a god damn horror monster version of Eri that is GIANT. And that, my dudes, was a fight. That thing had so much health. It was great. :D

Now for some info:

Okay, that makes sense.

Yep, all that, we’ve seen and understood already. Still good.

But why, though? What makes her different? Why can she switch forms? Why is she still basically a separate entity from him? Did you just not want to lose your new character? I almost feel like I’d rather have had a P4 boss fight that ended with Toshiro getting his persona, and have Erina just be his cognitive Eri, based on his memories. Because this is… confusing. Nothing has worked like this in the past, unless I seriously overlooked something.

Yeah, I know, Aki and Mai and Ideal Maki were a thing, but Maki was a Wild Card and also had the DEVA system bolstering her cognition. No one else’s persona has been able to turn into a person and just chill with everyone after their awakening. Erina is basically her own fully-formed person. Like… I don’t know. It’s weird. I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it.

All right, yeah, let’s go with that for now.

There’s like, a slight implication here that Toshiro’s shadow wasn’t actually his shadow, but just something pretending to be his shadow? Especially since he never like, reconciled with it. After the giant Eri, it just disappeared. But I only pinged that after the fact, because while we’re just standing here trying to figure out what the hell is going on with Erina, god shows up to yell at us.

“Be not afraid” and all.

I kid you not, I was internally screaming, “YALDABAOTH? IS HE POSSESSED BY THE REMNANTS OF YALDABAOTH TRYING TO SEIZE POWER AGAIN?” But no, doesn't have Yald's stupid feet. This is:

Who the fuck is you, and why does it look like your head exploded off your neck? Are you sure you’re not Yald?

Anyway, this bitch keeps calling us “children” and “lambs” and “pathetic” while it explains who the fuck it is.

I don’t like it, and it doesn’t like our persona abilities. It calls them a “mask of madness, one which will assuredly drive man to ruin.” So it offers a deal: It can remove our powers, and along with them, our memories of this whole horrible adventure, and in exchange, it will put us safely back in the real world. It’s nice like that, even though we’re “infidels who had the audacity to defy a god.”

Hey. You. Got some bad news about all the other gods I’ve met. Wanna know what happened to them? :3

But we shouldn’t answer now! We’re high off a lucky win and our emotions are compromised. We should think it over and tell it our answer when we’re ready. And then Salmael fucks off into the sky. Are we sure that’s not a weird misspelling of Samael? Are you connected to Shido somehow?

Toshiro gets like a thousand points for being completely chill about a god falling out of the sky to tell us we suck. Zenkichi was a lot less calm about the whole thing. XDDD The Thieves, Toshiro, and Erina agree that they’re not giving up their powers, so we’re gonna have to kill god again. But how? How do we follow god into the sky? Whatever shall we do?

Oh, guys. Do you hear that noise?

CHOO CHOO, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Lavenza is here in the Velvet Room Train to pick us up and take us to the sky. No, she doesn’t know why it’s like that all of a sudden. We DO NOT CARE. THIS IS GREAT. Toshiro almost manages to offend her, but we’ve got things to do, so we just put another pin in that.

And that is where I had to stop. It asked me if I wanted to save and I was like “yes, I cannot handle any more Epic right now.” My GOD. I’m so excited Lavenza gets to be more involved, because that’s how I tend to characterize her. She wants to be more hands-on than her siblings or Igor. And she’s not afraid to snark at the others. It’s nice to have the whole team in the Velvet Room again. ^_^

Never change, Yusuke. :P

Actually, isn't this a good thing? If Akira's Velvet Room is now manifesting as a train, maybe that symbolizes him moving forward into the future? Scramble put him back in prison, but this game hasn't. Maybe this is the Velvet Room's final form for him?

Next time: Into the goddamn abyss to once again dethrone god, I guess????

Final note: I’m constantly amused by the one-off poses the sprites have. One single use of the sprite where Makoto’s hugging Morgana. One of Toshiro holding Erina/Yuki. And now apparently one of Makoto throttling Ryuji so he can’t interrupt Futaba and Toshiro. X’D Wow. Pls stop picking on Ryuji, Atlus.

#Li plays P5T #the T is no longer for Tactica it's for Train

[river-muse]

Wall-of-text comment, coming right up!

Okay I think I forgot to mention this before, but I love the Mundus powerscaling you've settled on, and the story of Vergil running away after dmc3!

I think the dmc3 novel or smth gave fans the impression that a 'rested' dmc3 single twin could have defeated Mundus, which, while truly tragic as so much trouble could have been avoided, I think it's also very underwhelming. I guess you upscaled Mundus even higher than dmc1 Dante (30-smth yo) + DS Sparda? Anyway, I really love this. Mundus is a very dangerous and tangible threat, and it's a great pressure point on the twins to figure out their bullshit faster.

And the story you've come up with for post-dmc3 Vergil is very true to him, or at least, I think it is very true for him. Vergil's been on the run from his issues for the last decade, and the ending of the last twin fight just showed him that...all that growth was still enough. His newly awakened little brother was able to defeat him, then what chance does he stand against Mundus? As painful as it looks, that defeat was be a significant blow to him, and Dante's attempts to help would not be able to remedy that, if anything they would only aggravate Vergil's wounds. So yeah, it makes total sense Vergil ran into the night one after that.

Birthday chapters commentary:

(regarding the notes at the beginning of the chapter - I Am Looking Forward To Seeing Your Older Nero)

My best guess is that Vergil was thinking of his 'hiding' habits and how they affected Nero, so, berating himself in front of his mom, before the beginning of the chapter. Then, Dante mentioning that Eva would be proud of Vergil's parenting (which she would) triggered him and he bolted.

Lemme just quickly say here that the frustration Dante feels when Vergil runs? So. Goddamn. Relatable. To. The. Reader.

Love the twins' strategy of constantly picking Nero up, adorable))) Also love that Nero came up to his uncle for the support there (I am weak for Uncle Dante), be clearly needed some support there to tell his dad. That entire scene is great and I love it. The moment Nero interprets Vergil leaving wrong is small but heartbreaking all the same.

The description of the uncle-nephew nap had me crackling in tears xDDD So accurate too!

The scene of Dante waking up automatically looking for a gun is another sneaky, yet powerful heartbreak. I guess he anticipated something like this before and started keeping his girls away when family visits occur? Also wonder why didn't Nero run and jump full speed on his newly-awakened uncle. Missed opportunity, birthday boy!

Twins almost starting another fight, but wrapping it and tossing it away just as quickly in front of Nero is definitely progress, and another prime example of 'forcing the dogs to lie'. Perfectly in sync, even if their actual opinion on the topic are opposites, and the question before them is in dire need of discussing.

Car space for legs being too short is just. Pure torture. All-too relatable, sadly. Poor bois, they did nothing to deserve this(

Nero&Dante teaming up in 'zebra is a horse' arguement is everything to me. Vergil was laughing at his favourite idiots, no doubt xD

My live reaction at little Nero trying to get Dante involved in zoo activities (follow your own advice for your brother, loser): 😭😭😭

Surprisingly accurate common zoo layout description! Very well done there.

"Lizards are not crying aside- [topic switch]" demons? Was that a Devil May Cry reference? What next, a fic Featuring Dante???

I love every single one animal interaction. Like, you could have easily glassed over those, they don't affect the plot or character interactions between each other. Yet, they are all so detailed and lively, I adore those. It's clear you've had a lot of experience with animals, OR your research is obsessively-crazy good. I bet both.

My live reaction at Nero holding hands with twins: 😭😭😭

"I can't Birthday Boy out of this one" - snorted out loud at this one xDDD I feel like the zebra debate is based on personal experience xD

UNCLE DANTE SHOULDER RIDE UNCLE DANTE SHOULDER RIDE UNCLE DANTE SHOULDER RIDE (Vergil absolutely got jealous, and it was his own fault)

Kyrie is a certified otter lover. Love Vergil's little queue to not bring her up and how quickly Dante adapts to his advice.

The plushie naming scene is precious.

Dante seeing that the gift for Nero is hand-wrapped by a clearly inexperienced Vergil is another sneaky little, but very powerful heartbreak. While Dante would make a truly awesome uncle, I also feel very strongly that he would be jealous of Nero. Dante was never enough for Vergil, but Nero had to just..appear and boom! almost-domesticated Vergil. (this is absolutely Dante's issues speaking and not what actually happened, I can also absolutely see the reverse of this happening - Nero being jealous of Dante's twin-telepathy with his father.

Vergil's little cake admission. OUCH. Bad Dante, you shouldn't deflect your closed-off brother's rare emotional moment, you should encourage those to happen more, Bad Dante, Bad.

Twins pool scene can solve all of reader's mental health problems, guaranteed. Precious. Soul-healing. Very touching.

(why was Vergil shaken after that shoulder pat?...my best guess is touch-starvation, but Nero should have been able to keep that one at bay I think...)

I'm enjoying this reread and note-taking very much)))

I GET TWO IN ONE DAY????? 👀

Ohhh you were CHEWING on this one I can see! For your guess on my knowledge of zoo layouts/animals- I grew up obsessively watching Animal Planet and have been to zoos and aquariums quite a lot before! I LOVE animals even if I don't have the skills/certifications/heart to work closely with them in a professional setting. When I was super little I'd been thinking about pursuing that as a career but set it down because I get way too attached to things. Besides my beloved massive american wirehair cat that roams my house like an overgrown baby I also keep a corn snake I've raised since he was younger than a month old.

Mundus! Yes! I wanted him to be an actual threat that's looming in the background of the narrative because let's be real that guy can create other demons wholesale on a whim and can- well- wait that's spoilers hold on I can't say that 💀 either way I wanted his presence to have actual weight to it rather than just seem like a little speedbump that the twins can take down without issue and have just been avoiding for no reason. He's got his own plans in motion that get hinted at in the narrative but not said outright. He's acting like a persistence predator in that respect. Strategically hunting at random points, cutting off escape routes, and keeping his quarry on edge so their capabilities diminish little by little until they get desperate and tired. :)

I'm not gonna lie I think you even picked up stuff in the narrative I HADN'T PLANNED but it all works so good!!! The case of the writer subconsciously pulling off genius narrative strikes again.

I'm in love with all of this I'm dipping you lowly(platonically) because while I'm going to keep being self-indulgent in this series until it's over it's so exciting to get interactions with it!! I spent a while worried that my method of situational characterization with this divergent AU would be off-putting to anyone else but you're proving me so wrong.

Also yes Older Nero in this AU is going to be fun! I have quite a lot of that content already written or planned. He grows up to have a very similar to canon personality with- a different flavor that you'll see as we progress in the series.

I have a fun question that doesn't need an answer, but is a little extra tidbit to think on because you've made my day:

If the official DMC team said once that Nero wouldn't be who he was without Kyrie- then what do you think Kyrie would be without Nero?

EDIT: No you know what I am NOT DONE TALKING!! I keep dwelling on how you noticed every single moment of action that reveal scars that haven't healed!! The one that still kills me is the description of how Vergil wrapped the gift because if it had been from his perspective we would have just seen him berating himself for not being able to do better but through Dante's eyes we see the MEANING behind the gesture and how significant it is.

Also the zebra argument was by far one of my best things and if I've had that hyper-specific argument before I don't remember but I have FEELINGS about it!

The pool scene. Oh, how soft it makes me feel. Writing it was such a nice breath of fresh air it makes my heart melt and was a sign that with time Vergil can heal and open back up to his family.

#Kat's Dadgil AU #Fic Comments #The Fridge(affectionate) #The very first fic in the series warns in the notes that we're going all the way to the DMC4 events #so I hope you're prepared for a trip through canon events but a few feet to the left!! #i am. so unwell and I regret nothing my mental health has been flourishing from the long-term dopamine release of writing this

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Mael/Estarossa x Goddess clan! Reader

Part 2!

Link for part 1!

I hope you guys have enjoyed part 1! Now for part 2, I will skip to when Estarossa was around.

Tw: Blood, injury.

Tsuki's note: here the archangels aren't dead, because I said so XD

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Ever since Estarossa could remember, he had someone on his mind all the time. He couldn't tell who it was, all he knew is that they were from the goddess clan.

He had few chopped memories: them smiling, walking on a field with him, pulling his arm and the strongest memory: They were crying, bloodied, injured, because of Estarossa.

He had that memory almost clear, the trembling lips, the tear stained cheeks that mixed with blood. But he could not remember their whole face. Who was it?

He thought it could be Elizabeth. But something felt off, his memory of her was one on which she approached him when he was alone in the fields.

Now, Meliodas knew his brother was looking for something, but he didn't know what. Estarossa never said anything to anyone or showed any hints of what it could be.

After the 10 commandments were awakened again, Estarossa resumed his search.

It was so frustrating. Someone, an angel, he could not recall. He didn't know their name or face, but their bloody cheeks and clothes made his heart ache so bad.

It was not common for Estarossa to feel bad about hurting others, but in this case, it hurted so bad knowing they were crying because of him. Was it when he killed Mael?

A little before fighting Escanor, he found someone kneeled down. He had a nostalgic feeling seeing that person kneeling near some trail, they seemed to be studying it.

He approached the person, silently, but they noticed him and whipped their heads towards the demon.

Both seemed awfully surprised for a moment. Estarossa remembers them. It wasn't quite their body, but those eyes, the expression, the mannerism:

Estarossa: Y/N? Ah! Y/n!

You flinched upon hearing your name coming from him and you soon took a fighting pose:

Y/N: !! What do you want?

Estarossa: Me? I was just looking for you!

You squeezed your eyes, not trusting him. He took a few steps closer to you, arms open as he spoke:

Estarossa: You know, you have been quite annoying!

Y/N: Annoying? I haven't seen you since… since…

Estarossa: Since I killed that angel?

Those words felt like daggers to you. Yes, since he killed Mael, your dear childhood friend. You wanted to hate him so much, but something about Estarossa was terribly familiar. You couldn't pinpoint what it was. He approached a bit more and you took a few steps back:

Estarossa: What? You running away? After all my hard work to find ya?

Y/N: ….

You felt tears running down your cheeks and that moment Estarossa expression changed. He wasn't grinning anymore, he seemed to have a mix of pained expression with surprise:

Estarossa: Why so scared? I am not going to hurt you. I promise!

He took a few steps closer. You knew he was faster than you, you couldn't just run. But it seemed that something listened to your silent prayers.

A huge blast of energy nearby caught both of your attentions. You took this opportunity to cast an Ark to have enough light to blind Estarossa and leave.

You could hear him shouting your name and trying to follow you. But soon enough, you were gone.

Estarossa was left frustrated. He finally remembered the face of those memories. Finally got a name and you were gone. With a foul mood he went to join the other demons in the fight.

As Estarossa lost to Escanor and left to heal in the tank, he kept seeing those memories with you in repeat. But this time, your face was clear.

He woke up with you in mind. And took the chance of gathering the commandments to look for you as well. Being stronger wouldn't allow you to run right?

But he could not find you in time. He lost control before finding you again.

In the moment he was roaring and teared up about who he was, he heard a familiar voice, a voice he knew for long, but it sounded so far away:

??: Mael? Mael!

His vision was a bit blurry, he could feel hands on his cheek, he could see a form in front of him and what gave away who it was, was the scent. Familiar scent he knew:

Estarossa/Mael: …Y/N?

You smiled. You held his face a little closer to yours:

Y/N: Yes! It 's me!

His focus was 100% on you and he stopped attacking King and Diane. He was struggling to form some kind of thought of words, but he managed to stutter:

Estarossa/Mael: I am… I am not Mael.. I… not Estarossa…

Y/N:... It doesn't matter who you are, Mael or Estarossa. Just listen to me ok? I am here for you.

He frowned, but he wasn't fighting you:

Y/N: You need to let go of the commandments. Please. They are hurting you.

Estarossa/Mael: But… then, I- my grace is gone. I will be… powerless.

Y/N:  That 's fine! I will look for your grace with you! I can protect you too. We will find a way. Please release them.

He hesitated. You were apprehensive, you could hear Gowther telling you to be careful. You felt Elizabeth 's and Deireri's eyes in you. A silent prayer for success.

You slowly felt him relax. Tears appeared in his eyes, he finally fully relaxed leaning his face towards one of your hands:

Estarossa/Mael: I… fine, I-

You smiled. He didn't get to finish what he was saying - your smile was gone, instead you had a surprised face mixed with pain.

You got hurt. You saw your blood spilling on Mael's face and his expression changing to surprise and sorrow. You both could hear a smaller demon yelling from below:

Demon: You will not take Lord Estarossa from us! You filthy Angel!

You could also hear Deireri yelling, Samiel and Tamiel screams as you started to fall. Mael tried to hold you, but he wasn't fast enough. You ignored what everyone was yelling and focused on talking to the man in front of you:

Y/N: Mael! It's ok, I, I - don't…!

As you fell you saw a trail of blood coming from you, his face contorted with pain and piercing yell coming from him. Yelling your name.

Estarossa saw Elizabeth running to you, but his eyes were dead set on that smaller demon. He ignored Deireri, King, Samiel, all of them.

Everything turned black again. Pitch black.

The darkness lasted until Gowther entered Mael's mind. Gowther tried to convince the angel to let go of the commandments, he mentioned you were alive to Mael, but he hardly believed it:

Gowther: They are waiting for you! Ludociel,  Elizabeth, Samiel, Tamiel and Y/N! They are waiting for you! Y/N is alive! They are!

Mael: Why would they be waiting for me? I did nothing but hurt them.

Gowther was expelled thinking he lost the fight. In truth, Mael's memory of everyone, but especially you, was echoing in his head.

Your smile on that flower field, you pulling his arm to go somewhere, you scolding him, your hugs.

He decided to see for himself  if you were truly alive.

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Thank you for reading!

Are you guys up for part 3?

No? Too bad ! It's coming anyway :D

#nanatsu no taizai #nnt #nanatsu no taizai x reader #nnt x reader #mael nnt #mael nnt x reader #estarossa x reader #estarossa #valentine's day event 2023

[manyeyedsphynx]

next collection of screenshots with Explicator Zola from Warhammer 40k: Darktide

#wh40k #wh40k darktid #darktide #explicator zola #zola #screenshots #game #butch #best butch tbh <3 #tough women #badass women #prologue #she awakened something in me xD #yes I do have a huge crush on her...^^° #lesbian vibes #bisexual vibes #never would have expected to get such a perfect woman in a Warhammer 40k game...that even is a multiplayer shooter on top...^^° #just so greatful for this beautifull warrior lady <3

[riversofmars]

Femslash February is here! And here is my contribution! The period military AU we deserve! Liv/Helen and Kate/Osgood in a military/Bletchley Park style setting. Honestly, very little to do with DW this one, can probably be read as an original tbh XD

Summary: When studying ancient languages and linguists, Helen Sinclair hadn't imagined taking her skills to an army base, but there she was. Everyone was doing their bit to help the war effort, and when she had been called upon to assist the special military branch UNIT with breaking codes, she could hardly refuse. Alongside another civilian specialist - the brilliant tech-whiz Petronella Osgood - she finds herself in the unfamiliar world of the military. Brigadier Kate Stewart turns out to be a kind, admirable leader and as Helen is eager to exceed expectations, she pushes herself above and beyond. When she collapses from exhaustion, she's taken to UNIT's medical officer.

Home Front - Part 1 of 28

Helen Sinclair looked dreadful at breakfast. Listlessly she pushed her spoon through her porridge without eating much at all. She didn’t feel like it. She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to fight the piercing headache that ran through her skull. It was no use. It had reached the point of making her feel sick, and the watery porridge, which was all military rations allowed for, was doing nothing to awaken her appetite. But at least she had food, she considered, as she scooped up a spoonful. A lot of the population had it far worse than her. It was one of the benefits of working for the military, even in a civilian capacity. Never in a million years had she expected to be eating her breakfast in the mess-hall of a military base and yet, here she was. So much for her father telling her that languages and linguistics were empty, vain pursuits…

“How much sleep did you get?” A voice cut through Helen’s thoughts, pulling her from her musings back to reality. The linguist startled, lost her grip on her spoon, and the piece of cutlery tumbled to the floor in a damning, metallic clunk. She looked up to find Petronella Osgood giving her a concerned frown as she slipped into the seat opposite her.

“I don’t have to answer that…” Helen mumbled, fishing for her spoon, effectively hiding from her room-mate’s scrutinising glance.

“You sleep even less than I do!” Osgood observed once the linguist straightened up again and placed the spoon next to her bowl. At least now she had an excuse to stop eating…

“Only because you fell asleep over your work last night…” Helen answered, rubbing her eyes.

“And I appreciate that you put a blanket around me, but that’s besides the point,” Osgood retorted pointedly. They had been sharing a room for some time now, two civilian specialists to help the special forces of UNIT. While their fields of expertise were vastly different, there was plenty they had in common to start building a friendship among the grim day-to-day and working tirelessly on carving out advantages for their soldiers. Helen was the language specialist, working on enemy codes and secret messages, whereas Osgood had the technical, scientific know-how none of the male UNIT staff could match. “When was the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?” The scientist inquired sternly.

“It’s just a lot. There is so much to do and I can feel that I’m getting close to something. Every day that passes without a breakthrough is another day that people die and I-” Helen rubbed her face, too tired to make up excuses. She knew Osgood understood her. They were in it together and she was grateful to have a friend to rely on.

“You can’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Helen,” the scientist dropped her voice as a group of soldiers walked past, flashing them smiles that neither one of them cared for. It came with the territory of being the only civilian women on staff. “No-one is expecting you to either,” she carried on, trying to meet Helen’s eyes who was feigning interest in her breakfast once more. “We’re all doing our bit. You heard what the Brigadier said yesterday, we are making a difference.”

“She’s just trying to keep morale up,” the linguist gave a defeated sigh, burying her face in her hands. She took a deep breath. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart was an outstanding leader, smart, resourceful, confident… she easily commanded the attention of her troops, despite her gender, and Helen wished she could muster the same level of confidence and determination as her.

“Even so!” Osgood argued. “You’ll be no help to anyone if you work yourself into the ground.”

“I know, I know…” Helen sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest, leaning onto the table. Her neck ached from hours of hunching over her desk, her eyes burned from the strain of staying up all hours, and her brain was fried with exhaustion. She could see all the warning signs, felt them excruciatingly keenly, and yet she thought herself unable to eliminate the root cause. There were people relying on her. She couldn’t buckle under the pressure.

“Please, go back to bed,” Osgood reached across the table and touched her arm to refocus her wandering attention.

“I can’t. I’ve got so much to do. And besides-” Helen shook her head but her friend wouldn’t let her finish.

“You’re not a soldier, Helen,” she cut in decisively. “We are not soldiers. We’re here to support, we don’t have to abide by iron military rule,” she reminded her.

“I suppose not but… I just don’t want to disappoint,” Helen mumbled a confession as she was too tired to put up her walls of deflection. “To be thought of as capable enough to help is- I want to make good on that.” The Brigadier had placed a great deal of trust in her. She couldn’t let her down. Besides, she didn’t want to prove her father right. And if she failed and was the reason one of her brothers, who had been drafted into the war, lost their lives because she wasn’t quick enough to- She stopped herself from going down that terrifying road any further. She knew it was no good. All she could do was work her hardest. Her brothers were fine the last she had heard…

“And you will. But not if you collapse from exhaustion,” Osgood insisted.

“It’s easy for you, you’re just naturally brilliant, you just look at a piece of technology and know how it works. I, on the other hand-” Helen shook her head to herself. In her exhausted state, she was much more susceptible to the nagging doubts years of being told she wasn’t good enough had left on her.

“You are a linguistic genius,” the scientist implored her, and, instinctively, the linguist shook her head.

“You overestimate me. The Brigadier overestimates me and-” The frustration she was feeling with her lack of progress through the night became directed at herself.

“No. You underestimate yourself,” Osgood interrupted and Helen didn’t get the opportunity to argue back.

“Miss Sinclair?”

The linguist’s head snapped up, all traces of tiredness suddenly blown away, as Brigadier Lethbrige-Stewart walked towards their table. Quickly, Helen stood up and so did Osgood, as the head of UNIT came to stand in front of them. Helen wasn’t quite sure if they strictly had to stand to attention but it seemed like the right and natural thing to do. Kate Stewart's presence simply demanded something to that effect.

“Good morning, Ma’am,” Helen and Osgood spoke in perfect unison; their surroundings had certainly rubbed off on them over time.

“Please, no need for all that,” Kate answered with a trace of bemusement, but neither of them moved to sit down. The Brigadier seemed to realise as much as cut straight to business: “I was hoping you could give me an update on your progress later today, Miss Sinclair?”

“Yes, of course,” Helen nodded hurriedly, even as what little colour remained on her cheeks drained away. She had made some progress but not enough. The Brigadier surely expected a breakthrough and she simply couldn’t deliver, not yet. The linguist fought tears as she struggled with the disappointment she felt in herself and that surely, their commanding officer would as well. The prospect was terrifying. She had to go back to her work and try to come up with something helpful by the time she was asked to report.

“Wonderful, come and see me in my office at eleven. I have recruits to supervise and scare until then,” she gave a good-natured chuckle that would have put Helen right at ease had it not been for her mind already working feverishly on a particular cypher that she hadn’t been able to work out yet. Kate Stewart had never said an unkind word to her or anyone, which made the thought of disappointing her all the harder to bear.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Helen answered, as steadily as she could manage. She could feel Osgood’s eyes on her, filled with concern, but she chose to ignore her. Mercifully, her friend’s attention was diverted when the Brigadier turned to her:

“I was hoping to see you after lunch, Osgood. There are some matters of strategic importance that I want to discuss and get your insight on.”

“Yes, of course,” Osgood replied eagerly and Helen’s heart sank even more. She didn’t begrudge her friend her success or the faith that the Brigadier was placing in her. She only wished she could be worthy of the same.

#Doctor who #fanfiction #femslash #femslash february #liv/helen #liv chenka #helen sinclair #osgate #kate stewart #petronella osgood #pining #period drama #military AU #slow burn #dw fanfic

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 140 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: taking a bubble bath^^

BASIRA: "You look awful. You try drinking with Daisy again?" The S4 Archives crew dynamic is so incredibly funny! I headcanon Jon getting super emotional when drunk, pouring his heart out!

BASIRA: "You don’t remember any of it?" JON: "You drink the whole contents of a bar, you don’t remember what the Merlot tastes like. (sigh-adjacent sound) It just hurt." Already said last episode, with a character capable of sort of an omniscience it would have been kind of a plot hole not to try to just Know what the plan was. And this is an excellent way to handle it. The reason, why Jon didn't get any information out of it, works so well.

That encounter with Maxwell Rayner was probably the reason Basira got so much into books when she joined the institute. She was already researching Ny-Ålesund back then and dove deeper into the history of John Flamsteed and Edmond Halley (MAG 108).

BASIRA: "The first Astronomer Royale. Had the post until his death in 1720." JON: "1719. He died on New Year’s Eve." People often say 'No one likes a smartass," but I actually love them!^^

BASIRA: "Names shift over the years. ‘Specially if you’re not keen on keeping the same body." Oh the foreshadowing!

Oh god, this statement... I'm a few sentences in and I already forgot everything. This old English writing makes my brain bluescreen...

"With a fierce strength never before awakened within me, I gripped the head of my foul adversary, and forced it down, into the dark pool before us.There I held it, the water so cold upon my skin the marks have yet to fade. And Reimer thrashed, and kicked, and made such sounds as I have never before heard of the dying. And he was still." I'm guessing, that "dying" by the black water of the Dark only achieved Rayner being one with it now. His essence somehow preserved in the liquid. (Also death to become a full-fledged Avatar, yes yes...) Cause that liquid is how he hops bodies right? It was coming out of his mouth and flowing towards Callum Brodie.

BASIRA: "But I mean – didn’t you say he got blown up in World War I as well?" And that's the only reference we get to that dead soldier in MAG 7. Though his tags said "Joseph Rayner".  In MAG 7 Jon said the recognizes the name from somewhere, but now he's not sure himself there.

BASIRA: "Ah, Jon. What’s this?" [SHE PICKS SOMETHING UP.] JON: "Hm? Oh. That’s… I, th, uh – that’s my rib." BASIRA: (Pythagorean theorem, volume of a cone) "Right." [SHE PUTS IT BACK.] JON: "Yep." BASIRA: "And… the jar of ashes." JON: (stress.exe) "Not – not, m,mine – I mean, it belongs to me, I, I, I guess, but it’s not – stationery is in the, uh, other drawer." 'No, Basira, this is my human remains drawer...' xD Also the fan transcript, lol! Stress.exe xD (got my headcanon to the survival of the jar of ashes in my post to MAG 123 btw - Martin salvaged it after the Flesh attack.)

JON: "I hope you’re not suggesting that Santa works for the People’s Church." BASIRA: (exasperated) “Jon.” Yeah, Jon. Santa is an Avatar of the Eye, did you not pay attention to "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town".

BASIRA: "I bring all the guns from Daisy’s old stash, you bring the spooks you used to mess up that delivery guy." [LONG PAUSE.] JON: "What – That’s it? Christ, I thought my plans were half-assed." Afsdjfld, I forgot this was an actual conversation, lmao!

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 140 #tma #tma spoilers

[bittertomato]

A lil late but happy new year!

Characters under the cut, plus some fun facts

Tomato's faves for each month of 2023

January: Diana Cavendish (Little With Academia)

February: Diana Cavendish (Little Witch Academia)

March: True Rider — Hippolyta (Fate/Strange Fake)

April: Psyche Callista (Your Throne)

May: Misaka Mikoto (A Certain Scientific Railgun)

June: Misaka Mikoto (A Certain Scientific Railgun)

July: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

August: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

September: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

October: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

November: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

December: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

Brainrot of the Year 2023: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

Hall of Fame (aka brainrots of years past)

2023: Morgan (Fate/Grand Order)

2022: Tsuruhime Yachiyo (Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight: ReLive)

2021: Tsuruhime Yachiyo and Yumeoji Shiori (Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight: ReLive)

2020: Yumeoji Shiori (Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight: ReLive)

2019: Tendou Maya (Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight: ReLive)

2017 & 2018: Diana Cavendish (Little Witch Academia)

2016: Carmilla Karnstein (Carmilla the Webseries), Elsa (Frozen), Tohsaka Rin (Fate/stay night), and Misaka Mikoto (A Certain Scientific Railgun)

2015: Carmilla Karnstein + Laura Hollis aka Hollstein (Carmilla the Webseries) aka my gay awakening

2014: Elsa (Frozen)

2012 & 2013: Higurashi Kagome (Inuyasha), Kuchiki Rukia (Bleach), Mouri Ran (Detective Conan), and Chiba Mamoru (Sailor Moon)

2011: Chiba Mamoru (Sailor Moon)

2009 & 2010: Kuchiki Rukia (Bleach)

Pre-2009: Who knows? My memory sure doesn't!

And I promised fun facts, so...

The early days...

The reason I can date my first fave to Rukia in 2009 is because that was when I made a Fanfiction.net account and posted my first fanfic. Don't read it I was young and foolish.

Bleach, Inuyasha, and Sailor Moon were my first animes. The first two I definitely watched on Adult Swim back when I still watched cable.

I used to be pretty skilled at self defense and even have a first degree black belt. One of the reasons why Ran from Detective Conan really left an impression on me.

There's a few unnamed faves that I also had from more obscure anime that were from so long ago that I can't pinpoint the exact years. A special shoutout to Asuka from Ask Dr. Rin! This show is in no way affiliated with Tohsaka Rin lol.

And yes, I do have male faves besides Mamoru! I love Hak and his constipated repressed feelings for Yona (Akatsuki no Yona) and my in-game name in FGO is inspired by Kurogane (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles). And for whatever reason, Fred is my favorite from Scooby Doo.

Honestly, I have to give Elsa some credit. I think she started the trend of my faves being "blonde/light haired "regal" rich/well off BAMF ladies who seem cold and distant on the surface but are actually dorks over-burdened and forced to grow up too fast, with a dash (or a ton) of family angst dumped on them." I mean, do you see any of my past faves being blonde? xD

The college days...

I was in denial about being queer and swore I was straight until I somehow found Carmilla the Webseries (I don't even know how) during the summer of 2015 and had a multi-step process of acceptance that went something like "Oh the actress for Laura Hollis is hot. Oh the actress for Carmilla is cute, pretty, and a huge dork. Oh everyone is pretty attractive. Wait mostly just the girls. Wait is that why I don't give a shit about men?"

Little Witch Academia is not only the first series where I published fanfic on AO3, but it's also the series that got me to write AND finish longer stories. So congrats, Diana! I really wanted to angst you :D It's also the fandom where I found my closer Discord friends. Love y'all, mwah.

I think Revue Starlight might be the series that squeezed the most faves out of me. It holds a special place in my heart for numerous reasons, but the main one might be the collab fic I worked on with Quill, who is now my partner 😊So thanks, ReLive even if your gacha game is somehow even worse than FGO.

That said, the series I seem to always go back to seem to be the To aru and Fate franchises. Maybe it's because they're still ongoing.

Those two are also the reason I started messaging Quill back in the day, so they hold an extra special place in my heart. Even with all their flaws.

And then Lostbelt 6 hit FGO and blew everything out of the water. I rave about Morgan a lot but that chapter of the game truly had a stellar cast. Nasu wanted us to remember that he can cook lol.

Where is my Lostbelt 6 anime, Aniplex?

#tomato rambles #why is the riyo april fools art #the only canon derp pic of her #this woman really does only have one expression #and it's :| #oh geez the fun facts got long #this truly was a ramble for once #not tagging all the characters since this is a personal post

[ghirahimbo]

Fictober 2022 Day 11: "Think! For once!"

FINALLY breaking away from Revali to do something with Ghirahim. This... is more like a story idea than a oneshot, tbh. With daily prompts, there's not a lot of room for brainstorming or starting over, so it is what it is. In fact, I'm a little irked with it, because now I really wish I had time to write it XD Anyway, this does touch on one of my main issues with Zelda’s explanation scene in Skyward Sword, so if anyone has their own explanation for the discrepancy, I'd be interested to hear it. For now, Nintendo's plot holes are my plot points :D

Genfic, Ghirahim and Link centric. No warnings.

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"Think! For once! I know you must be capable of it," Ghirahim hissed. "I've watched you solve ancient puzzles in a matter of minutes, yet the second even the smallest of your preconceived beliefs is challenged, you fall back on rote devotion!"

Seated at the edge of his own bed, Link's eyes followed the agitated demon lord warily as he paced back and forth across the darkened bedroom, the embroidered gold diamonds that lined his fluttering cloak glinting dully in the thin strips of moonlight. When he'd been awakened in the dead of night by that dreadfully familiar laugh, he'd expected the worst... but so far, bafflingly, all Ghirahim had wanted to do was talk.

Considering that Link himself was completely unarmed, he'd been happy enough to oblige him at first. Somehow, though, the more Ghirahim said, the less Link wanted to hear.

"I am thinking," Link whispered harshly, even more careful than Ghirahim to keep his voice down. He doubted that anyone in the Academy was a match for Ghirahim in battle aside from himself, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone else to put that theory to the test. "It's just that I think you're wrong. Zelda hasn't said anything to me about—"

"It doesn't strike you as strange that you were the one to wield the Triforce against my former master?" Ghirahim’s smooth voice rolled right over him, and Link cut off, scowling. "The spirit maiden did outline the goddess's plan to you, did she not? Or did you merely trail after her all that time with blind dedication?"

"She—she told me." Link's scowl deepened. Zelda had told him what was happening eventually, at least—and she would have told him sooner if they'd been able to meet up at the Temple of Time as planned. The fact that those plans had fallen to pieces was Ghirahim’s fault. "Why is that strange? I was the one chosen to defeat Demise."

"And you did an admirable job of it," Ghirahim said, inclining his head sardonically. "But why did you wield the Triforce?"

Link's jaw set stubbornly. "I just said it was because—"

"Why did the goddess Hylia give up her immortal form?"

Ghirahim's dark eyes glittered as he whirled to a halt, looming over Link to stare him down. Link blinked, taken aback by the change in tactics.

"I... because..."

Zelda had told him all those weeks ago only to quickly brush it off, and he'd never thought to question... but he did know the answer.

Worse, the satisfied smirk spreading across Ghirahim’s face said all too clearly that he knew that they both knew. Still, Link set his jaw stubbornly, refusing to be the one to speak it.

"Because only a mortal can wield the power of the Triforce." Ghirahim said it for him, enunciating each word with relish. "So for the last time, I'll ask: why did you end up bearing this power when Hylia herself abandoned immortality for the ability to do the same?"

"I..." Link frowned up at him, trying to come up with the answer to a question he suddenly had himself. "Something... must have gone wrong."

"Oh, I don't think so," Ghirahim said, sweeping one arm out as if to brush the notion aside. "My contribution excluded, of course—yet I only interfered after you had already called on the Triforce’s strength. No, I've given this a great deal of thought, as I'm sure you can imagine, and the conclusion I've reached is that it all went perfectly according to the goddess's plan." Something in his eyes pierced Link through, and without quite knowing why, he found himself looking away. "We simply don't know the full extent of that plan yet."

"So what?" Link said abruptly, glaring off to the side. "Why should I care if... I can see how that's bad news for you, maybe, but not for me. I trust Zelda.

"Oh really?" Ghirahim leaned in over him, his soft voice lowering almost seductively. "You do not tire of being tugged this way and that by divine whims, with no explanation given beyond the pointed finger telling you where to go? It does not bother you in the least that the goddess has perhaps more yet in store for your life, and far from even consulting you, she has rather ensured you know nothing about it?"

"No," Link said shortly, gritting his teeth at Ghirahim’s condescending laughter in response.

"Then I suppose the goddess chose her agent well. Speaking of your beloved Zelda..." Link looked up quickly to find Ghirahim grinning knowingly at him. Pityingly. "Is everything as perfect as you ever imagined it? Are the two of you closer than ever now that you've been through so much to save her?" His voice turned cruel. "Did your best friend return to you at all—or is it someone else now who wears her face and speaks with her voice—"

"Shut up!" Link snapped. Jumping to his feet, he pushed Ghirahim back in a fit of anger. "I don't have to sit here and listen to—"

Ghirahim’s hand shot out to tangle in Link's hair, pulling his head back with supernatural strength. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as his neck craned unwillingly back to stare at the ceiling, Ghirahim’s face floating into view. Link tried to glare, his barely flailing arms achieving nothing.

"Unless you have a sword tucked away somewhere I can't see, I think you'll find that you do," Ghirahim reminded him in a sing-song voice that contrasted jarringly with the cold glint in his eyes. "For now, you're better off remembering who holds the power in this conversation."

Sound advice, Link thought. He plowed ahead anyway, preferring to ignore it.

"I don't know what Zelda’s planning," he rasped out recklessly. The grip on his hair tightened, and he winced, but pressed on. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

The back of his left hand itched all of a sudden, the sensation growing rapidly to a fierce burn. Frowning, Link flexed his fingers, trying to brush the feeling off. Ghirahim glanced down, his eyes following the motion—and froze. His hold on Link's hair slackened.

"That much... I believe." He met Link's eyes again, and Link felt a thrill of trepidation. Those icy chips of fury had melted away as easily as they'd formed in the first place, and he hoped uneasily that he was imagining Ghirahim’s vague look of triumph. "You still have it, don't you?"

Fingers entwined around Link's, pulling his burning hand up, while at the same time the hand in Link's hair jerked his head forward. Link grunted—and gaped as he caught sight of the back of his own hand where three golden triangles burned.

"This couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it myself."

"Don't..." Link's tongue felt strangely thick as he tried to swallow. For the first time that night, true fear curdled his stomach. Could Ghirahim take it away? Maybe use it to raise Demise again?

"Of course not," Ghirahim said disdainfully, dismissing Link's unspoken plea. "And risk scattering it to the far corners of the world simply because my virtues aren't perfectly in balance? No, I won't take the Triforce yet... but I will take the next best thing."

A tentative knock at the door drew both of their attention. After a short pause, it swung partway open.

"Link?" That was Fledge's timid voice, his eyes peeking around the door's edge. "Sorry, I—I thought I heard—"

He cut off at the sight of the scene in front of him, his round eyes growing rounder. Ghirahim’s thin lips split into a grin.

"A messenger. Perfect." He pulled Link in close, clamping a hand around his mouth before he could think to say anything. "Please inform your Zelda that I'll be borrowing her hero for awhile, though I'm afraid I can't promise what sort of condition I'll return him in." In a whispered hiss in Link's ear, he added, "Let's see if she'll expend even half as much effort on your behalf as you did for her."

Only as streams of monochrome diamonds flooded Link’s vision, swallowing up Fledge and the darkened bedroom both, did Link finally understand what was happening. The next best thing to having the Triforce... was having the person who held the Triforce.

Ghirahim was stealing away him.

#ghirahim #fictober 2022 #my writing #...yeah #not sure what to say about this aside from that it's written

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan: Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 5

Sanji will speak to us directly here and boy are you all in for a treat because we finally get to hear from the man in regards to his ahem….perverted dirty mind. Just picture Sanji smirking as he tells you all the naughty things he does. He kinda sounds like Lestat here xD. TW: mentions of sex and abuse

Henceforth, I shall take over the story here since this is my show now. Chopper suggested I write a diary as it helps with my thoughts. At first I thought it would not work given how crazy I tend to be. Turns out it did work as I can now properly digest and dissect my thoughts properly before doing something reckless.

I have always been different. Too kind to many. Too intense for some. Too meek for others. Perhaps that explains my bad luck with women and people in general. Always been a controversial person due to my status as a perverted cook. Many forget I kick ass. But considering my attitude towards women, I do not blame their dismissive attitude.

Truth be told, I kind of took Zeff’s stance towards women too seriously. Listen, I owe that old man my life because he saved me from starvation hence why I take food wastage seriously. So when that man says something, I would stick to it even if it would not serve me any good.

Every single relationship I had prior to Marimo either ended in tragedy or in disaster. I have lost Lord knows how many lovers now. The last thing I want is to lose Zoro. I have always been in love with him ever since the day I met him but did not bother to hook up with him as I thought I was not his type. Yet here we are a happy couple years later.

For years, I have struggled with relationships and my sexual identity. All this is thanks to that useless bastard that called himself my father. I have since disowned him but clearly, he refuses to take the hint hence why he killed Zeff and destroyed the Baratie and everyone in it. He expected me to crawl back to him. Stupid old fool.

As if that wasn’t enough, he had the audacity to send that delusional idiot Akuma after me, pretending to be a pirate with demon powers. Oh how I laughed in my head at that one.

You see the thing about Akuma is that he is a genetically enhanced human like I am. That is why his powers appear demonic. But he has clearly never met a bigger more monstrous demon that could kill him until he met me that is. Yes I can be a demon when you push me that far.

Now why did I mention these two men? Okay, I told the crew about it especially Marimo.

You see, my gentleman image is kind of a mask, an illusion to hide my true sexuality. The ladies must have seen through it and chose not to follow through. I am glad they rejected me because I would not have had the sexual awakening I would have had years later.

Chopper and Zoro both stated that my excessive nosebleeds was as a result of sexual inactivity. They are absolutely right because after Akuma and his guys started fucking the shit out of me day in day out and now Zoro, I feel a lot better.

Oh yeah, I love sex. I will not deny that fact. What made me love sex that much was ironically the way I lost my virginity. There was this customer at the Baratie named Marissa.

Beautiful blonde lady about her early 20’s wearing a beautiful purple qiqao alongside a black coat. She had a welcoming smile and an inviting presence that made every man at the Baratie weak in the knees. Yet for some reason, I attracted her eye. I was just 17 then.

I was trying to be a good boy here, obeying Zeff’s command in regards to not simping after any woman I saw after my young hormones almost lost control when I was just 8.

The woman beckoned to me. I remember freezing in my tracks. Zeff grunted at me, signalling that I go attend to her. I took some small tentative walks towards the woman and gave her a polite smile. How I controlled myself that day is beyond me.

Either way, later that night once I had finished with work, I headed to my living quarters. As soon as I opened the door, my jaw dropped. There was Marissa seated seductively on my bed.

“How did you…get in here?” I say as I immediately close the door behind me. Last thing I wanted was for the old shitbag to find me in a compromising position.

She smiles sweetly and raises up from the bed, gently making her way towards me, like a cat who had just found her prey. “One of your fellow staff members helped to sneak me in here.”

I thought as much. I was in awe of this beautiful lady in front of me. Usually, I do the chasing. So this was a first, the first time a woman would willingly give herself to me.

“I may have to punish some miscreants for that later.But right now…” I then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer. “How about you and I have our little moment mon cherie?” I say in the most seductive voice I could muster.

She immediately melts under my touch and without hesitation, locks lips with me. I was a virgin at the time and yet, here I was acting like a pro.

She drove me insane with her gentle touch, the way that hot mouth of hers took my cock and sucked me off. I am surprised I did not lost it there because when someone sucks me off on a good day, I can be quite loud.

Her soft moans were music to my ears as I fucked her that day. I went overboard and fucked her hard. She herself was also a virgin making it even more exciting. That day was amazing. Shame it was a one-off affair. But a good one at that. But that moment began my deep erotic awakening.

It was not just some of the ladies that lusted after me. There a few guys too. One of them followed me to the bathroom one day and gave me a mind blowing blowjob. He also fucked me in the bathroom.

A few of the younger guys at the Baratie have also fucked me as well and it felt so good. Zeff found out and kicked my ass. I did not care and just kept on feeding my sexual appetite. He eventually just let me be. Now, there is a downside to my sexual side which conincides with my nosebleeds.

If I don’t have sex for a long time, I would lose my mind. Yeah you heard that right. I, Black- Leg Sanji am a sex freak. At least I admit it this time.

Whenever we end up on an island, I will do my usual flirting. Now here is the thing; I always knew that Nami and Robin never had feelings for me and that I was never their type. Yet I continued simping for them because well….it was fun. Plus they were beautiful. Still I thought I had a shot with either of them and went for it like the fearless fool I was.

There was also this part of me that constantly wanted love and attention and when I did not get it, I got pissed. Comes with growing up in an abusive, toxic environment. Yet, I also felt I did not deserve any love or affection. So for someone like Marimo to love me the way he does is truly a blessing.

However if a lady showed interest in me, which is rare, that takes me by surprise, especially when I am not being a prude. Unfortunately I allowed my moral code get the better of me and so many people took advantage of my weakness.

For all the gentlemanly shit I do, the truth is I am that boy no one should take home to their mamma. Don’t get me wrong, I can be nice and gentlemanly but the truth that I have slowly begun to accept is that I am a bad boy at heart.

I am so wild and insane and my sex addiction gets the better of me at times. Certainly not something anyone’s mamma wants to deal with.

It’s weird that I refused to acknowledge my sexuality for a long time. I needed release so I would sleep around on the different islands we went to save for a few exceptions.

I couldn’t help myself. Whenever people willingly relieve my sexual frustrations, I oblige them. All that bickering Marimo and I engaged in was him trying to force me to accept myself for once. Ace did part of the job when we started our relationship.

He deserved better than to end up the way he did. I am glad Luffy was accepting of our relationship.

That brings me to Akuma. Now how it happened was this: the fool approached me when I went to the bathhouse alone. Yes Germa has a bathhouse and in said bathhouse, there is an onsen.

I was alone because I needed to separate myself from everyone. I was going through so much shit then and this after I overheard the shit Pudding said about me.

I was still deeply hurt by what she said because I have heard others say similar shit about me and I got reminded of my family and the hell they put me through.

Just when I was deep in thought, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me. I was taken aback by this because as far as I knew, I was the only one in the onsen.

Just then a deep baritone whispers in my ear in the most sinful of ways, “Give into your desires.” He then parts my legs and begins to finger me.

Looking back at that moment, I feel disgusted. So Judge knew that I was bi and decided to weaponise that against me eh? No worries.

What these fools did not realize was that my Haki skills had heightened. So I can read emotions and hearts. So I knew Akuma was planning to use me anyway. Yet I played along because I realized something; he and his stupid crew could be useful.

And so I upped the ante. I became a whore for them whilst gathering enough information to carry out my revenge plot. How did I know Akuma destroyed the Baratie on Germa’s orders? I saw the letter Judge sent to him on his desk. Talk about careless.

Using my Haki skills, I began to manipulate and seduce everyone on that ship. That whole schtick about them being a demon empire? That was all my doing. Yes, I can alter people’s memories and play games with their minds. All I had to do was to seduce them into doing my bidding which is what I have been doing for a while.

I guess the Germa enhancement programme has special benefits especially when my crew mates are being threatened. I love my fellow Strawhats and I will do anything, absolutely anything to protect them. And if it meant selling my body for information, which I have done loads of times, taking my clothes off and getting fucked by Marines and several others, masturbating to distract people, and getting my hands dirty and executing any threats, then so be it.

That is the difference between Marimo and I. He is the warrior whilst I am the spy, the Homme fatale and assassin. I am done being nice. Nice guys always finish last. I am willing to be a monster for the others. No worries, my heart is still there otherwise Marimo would not fall for me.

Speaking of Zoro, he is straight forward yes but he is a great listener. I did not expect him to be that wise. Being a former pirate bounty hunter I guess taught him a lot about people. He can be silly but he is my silly Marimo.

Today, we arrived at an island to stock up on provisions and also take a much needed break. I chose to wore thigh high shorts that showed off my body, especially my most famous asset which happens to be my ass.

Compared to my old self, I walked onto the island with renewed confidence with sex appeal radiating from me. I did not chase after any woman this time around. Instead, all eyes were on me, especially my ass. Jaws dropped as no one had ever seen an ass quite like mine.

I smirk deviously because I secretly relish the attention. Zoro being Zoro wraps his arms around protectively and shoots warning glares at anyone that dares to look my way. That is my ferocious Tiger. Ever the territorial creature. I find that so adorable.

“The motel is right over there. I say we just chill there.” says Nami, pointing at a tall ash grey building a couple blocks from where we were . The gang agreed as we head inside.

Once the accommodations were sorted, we all head into our various rooms. As expected, Zoro and I got a room to ourselves.

“Is it me or does it feel like a vacation?” Zoro asks. I nodded. “Yeah it kind of does. Though knowing the Marines, they are on high alert.”

Zoro snorts. “Yeah. Well, no one touches my baby.” he says with a little growl as he begins to kiss my neck. I giggle and pull him closer. “Come on Daddy. Let’s have some fun.”

He smirked and soon our clothes fly in different different directions as we head towards the bed and begin to another one of our insane sex sessions. We do not even notice Usopp walking in and then out once he sees us naked and Zoro’s cock deep in my ass.

I spread my legs wide so that Zoro can go deeper into me. “Ah yes!! Ah Gimme more Daddy!!” I mewl out. Zoro did not disappoint as he continues to pound into me.

“God you are so beautiful like this.” He murmurs as he pulls me into a kiss. We switch positions and now I am on top, riding him like crazy.

“F-Fuck..” Zoro grunts. I just giggle and continued to bounce on his cock. I then begin to stroke my cock and within minutes, I cum all over my hand and Zoro’s chest. Zoro cums soon afterwards.

“You are making it difficult to concentrate at times.” says Zoro as we get ourselves cleaned and then get dressed. I just laugh. “Oh my apologies Dr Roronoa.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the restaurant of the motel where the others were waiting.

As the story progresses, Zoro and Sanji are gonna fight over who is the actual main protagonist and narrator. Lord help us with this chaotic couple.

#sanji #one piece #zosan #Zoro #roronoa Zoro

[blackjackkent]

Hector goes into the zaith'isk first. At first Lae'zel said that she should, that it is both her duty and her right, but Hector insisted. (The dialogue option was a bit un-Hector-ish which is why I'm summarizing; I think ultimately he insists on going in first because he doesn't fully trust this machine and doesn't want to subject his companions to it before himself. Also the scene is more interesting if he's in it. XD )

Amusingly, Lae'zel actually approved of him being forcefully demanding about it. ("You walk the line between confidence and arrogance. A beguiling turn of events.") She's very hard to predict. :P

Anyway...

Narrator: The zaith'isk. This unnatural device offers your best chance of purification. You feel your parasite stir.

Hector is a man who has been raised for self-sacrifice, charity, etc., but the fearful part of him is already regretting demanding to be first into the chair. The thing is...unsettling in the highest degree, like an open mouth of flesh and metal waiting to swallow him.

"Do not fear," Stornugoss says, running a hand along the device's metal frame with a dreamy expression. "My experience in operating this machine is unparalleled. There is nothing on any plane stronger than a zith'isk for curing unwanted afflictions."

Hector swallows, feeling his throat suddenly dry and constricted. "Will it hurt me?" he asks unsteadily.

She looks back at him and quirks one eyebrow up sardonically. "More than ceremorphosis? Chk."

It's not much of an answer. Certainly not a heartening one. There will be pain, no doubt of that. Perhaps he should have expected that all along. This culture of Lae'zel's is not a gentle one.

With a sudden burst of motion, he forces himself forward, turning to settle into the chair before he can think too much about the action.

Narrator: Your body grows cold, its warmth sapped by the cold metal seat. The machine awakens.

Around him, the machine's biomechanical arms twist, clicking together like the pincers of a giant, horrible insect.

"You must focus on the parasite at all times," he hears the ghustil say. "The zaith'isk will do the rest."

He nods, not trusting himself to speak. There is no turning back now but the terror is pulsing in every cell of his body now. His fingers clench around the armrests of the seat, his knuckles turning pale white on his copper skin.

A soft, undulating glow of pale light begins to circle him, emanating from those strange arms draped around him on all sides.

Narrator: Layers of magic weave themselves tightly around your head. The tadpole squirms and contracts. It's trying to hide. [PERCEPTION] The device possesses immense but unfocused power. If you fail to direct it towards the tadpole, your faculties could face permanent harm.

Narrator: Your skull groans and bends under the pressure. Then - agony.

It's like a white-hot poker shoved directly into his brain, through his eyes, into his nostrils and his mouth and ears all at once. Everything is fire and flame, blinding. It is the pain that came with the tadpole connections, with Omeluum's experiments, but multiplied a hundred times, a thousand times. He is dimly aware that he has begun to scream, but it sounds far away, far less immediate than the unending, pounding, searing pain.

[SAVING THROW] Follow the doctor's instruction. Seek the tadpole.

Narrator: Through waves of torment, you search for the parasite's lurking presence. The device searches too - you sense its hunger, its craving. It wants the tadpole, but maybe something more.

Gods...it hurts, it hurts...he can think of nothing else but the pain and the squirming, consuming tadpole and the squirming, consuming machine. He has always been here in this white-hot suffering, and it had no beginning and will have no end...

"That's it. Ignore the pain. Think of the tadpole!" He can hear the ghustil's voice in the distance. "Think of it purged!"

And then, stronger, demanding his attention like a drill sergeant, Lae'zel - with a layer of worry he has never heard in her voice before. "This torment. You-- you must persist! You must be cleansed."

He tries to hang on to these grounding voices but everything feels so far away...

Narrator: The parasite burrows deeper, sinking its teeth into your brain's exposed tissue. It sucks greedily. You feel yourself ebbing away, while the parasite only grows stronger. It's evolving.

[SAVING THROW] Stay calm. Guide the device closer.

"That's it!" Stornugoss calls gleefully through the haze of agony. "You're almost there! The zaith'isk never fails!"

Narrator: The device *yearns* for the creature, for every part of you tainted by its presence. You will be *consumed.* The tadpole quivers. A different magic is building within it. This one is ancient. Rotten.

Terror seizes him. He is caught between two powers over which he has no control, and with the clarity of awareness of an animal caught in a deadly trap, he knows suddenly, with horrible certainty, that the device is destroying him. He is being pulled apart, mind and body and soul, and perhaps the thing never meant to let him survive the process at all.

And oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, it hurts, it hurts so much...

He lets out a soft, whimpering cry and strains at the arms of the chair, trying to push himself away, to disconnect from the machine and its power...but he can't move, except in spasmodic jerks as the pain floods him.

"No..." A soft voice inside his mind. The guardian from his dreams. She is with him, within him, a faint beacon of hope and calm within the tempest raging around him. "No more."

He clings to that slight beacon, pushes himself up slightly in the chair, gritting his teeth, trying to focus. The tadpole's threat lingers, but the machine's is sharp and immediate, overwhelming.

[MONK][SAVING THROW] Channel your ki. Flood the creature with your essence.

Narrator: You pour yourself into the tadpole's putrid magic. Its strength multiplied, it unleashes on the machine. The two forces fuse violently together, your brain their conduit. Your body and mind drift apart - you are being undone.

The pain settles into a constant inescapable plane, no peaks and valleys of hammering pulse but simply pain, forever, always, unchanging, blank. He feels reality start to slip away, his fingers going slack on the chair arms.

And then the guardian is with him again, her voice in his ear, in his thoughts. "Enough."

There's a horrible, metallic screech from under him, around him, and then an almighty explosion that lifts him into the air, shattering the machine apart and sending him flying through the air. He hits the ground with a grunt, all the air knocked from his body, and lies there still, barely conscious. The agony of the machine is gone, replaced by the thousand little aches of reality. He is still breathing. His heart still beats.

Narrator: The room swims back into focus. Your mind is intact, yet unfamiliar. Inside it, the tadpole lives on. And you feel...different.

Slowly, slowly, the dizziness fades and he is able to push himself unsteadily to his knees, then to his feet. He can hear the ghustil screaming behind him, but it takes a few moments for the words to settle into something with meaning.

"No. NO! The zaith'isk... What have you done?"

She rounds on him, eyes wide with fury. "My life's work, gone. And yet you live! And so does your parasite!"

Narrator: Her voice cuts with a fanatical edge - an obsession bordering on mania. If there's a chance the parasite lives, she wants it.

Hector takes a step backwards, steadying himself against the pillar behind him. In some other circumstance, perhaps, he might feel some compassion for her, for whatever "life's work" she has lost -- but he is still barely conscious, ears ringing from the pain, feeling like a mad dog that has just escaped a trap and is desperate to run.

"Your zaith'isk tried to kill me," he grinds out between his teeth. "And failed."

Did Lae'zel know this is what that machine was designed to do? Did she mean to sacrifice them all?

Surely not... She made it very clear she would kill them herself if the need came to it. She did not need this machine. But then why... why...

Stornugoss scowls. "The zaith'isk does not fail," she snarls. "The only variable in this experience was you - and your parasite. And I *will* uncover how this happened." She turns, stalks away towards the door. "Wait here. I will gather my tools."

She disappears and the door shuts behind her - and locks.

Hector stares at it in silence, breathing deeply, trying to bring his heart rate down to a manageable level. The fear and pain are still so close, so near to panic.

At his side, Lae'zel turns to face the shattered machine again, a wail of despair on her lips. "No! I followed the protocol. I MUST BE CLEANSED!"

And in his mind, like a whisper, he hears his guardian, unreadable emotion in her mental voice. "Incredible...your parasite is even stronger now..."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #eyyyyy another long one :D #this is so inteeeeeense #also really proud of some of these screenshots haha