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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months

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hi mousey!! been a while since I sent you an ask

I was putting on my make up earlier today and an idea came to mind, I need to know your opinion on this

how do you think the sdv + sve bachelors would react to a farmer who asks to do their make up? which ones do you think refuse? which ones ask before the farmer does, "can you do it?"? and which ones just accept?

hope you have a great day <3

Hope you have a good day too, dear anon, and thanks for the ask! ☺️❤️

SDV and SVE bachelors react to the Farmer who asks to do their makeup:

Shane:

"Babe, I don't know anything about this."

Still, Shane tries to try to give them a makeup so they don't get upset.

Unfortunately, it didn't work very well.

But he does get a funny little face made of mascara on Farmer's cheek, heh.

Next time, however, he'll refuse, as he'll only make it worse.

Well, at least Shane and Farmer got a funny little memory.

Elliott:

Surprisingly, Elliott agrees right away.

And what's more surprising is that he manages to help Farmer with the make-up very well.

Everything is precise, neat and harmonious, like wow!

Surely our long-haired writer hasn't been a stylist before?

Elliott is happy to do Farmer's make up and tells them not to hesitate to ask him for help in the future.

Harvey:

"Oh, make-up? I'm sorry, my dear, but I don't think I can..."

Harvey does agree to help, though he doesn't count on success.

Totally calm when applying mascara to Farmer, but accidentally paints their cheek with mascara anyway.

On the third or fourth attempt, the doctor manages to give Farmer a simple and quite passable make-up.

Hey, a reason to be proud, he helped his loved one!

Sam:

Hell yeah, Sammy can do quite good make-up! A little different, though.

The young musician has been thinking about make-up for his music band for a long time, so he's had time to practice.

Even though Farmer needs a light, simple ("and boring" as Sam described it) make-up, he can still help them.

And will do very well with mascara and foundation.

"You sure you don't want cool make-up like metal bands? Eh, okay..."

Sebastian:

Sebastian definitely uses black eyeliner (my headcanon, you can't change my mind).

At times our dear emo was too lazy to do his own eyeliner, so will ask Farmer for help first. "Hon, can you help with the eyes please?"

Doesn't know much about the rest of make-up products, but if you need to emphasise your eyes, Sebby will never refuse a request.

And he'll ask for it himself if Farmer's okay with it as well.

Alex:

What make-up? He's not a girl!

To be honest, Alex has only had a couple of make-ups, which are usually done by gridball fans, and, well, that's basically it.

So if Farmer's going to the stadium, then Alex can help with cool sport fan make-up.

If it's just some regular make-up, then no, sorry. He can't do it.

He could try, but he'd end up with paint all over their face. Oh well, at least he tried.

Victor:

"Makeup? Oh, I've never done it, but my mom does her own makeup every day. Maybe she could help you?"

If Farmer insists on getting help from Victor specifically, he will politely decline.

He'd be interested in the idea, though, and a little later he'd watch tutorials on his laptop or ask Olivia.

The next time Victor offered to help Farmer with their makeup, wanting to practice.

"I thought it sounded interesting. Besides, we'll have one more common interest."

Magnus Rasmodius:

"Only with magic can I fulfil your request."

For Magnus, magic is almost the solution to all problems. He thinks magic will help here, too....

With his hands? Sorry, Farmer. A wizard certainly can't do your make up by hands. Only with a spell.

Well, he still has to remember the spell.....

Hold on, he should ask Camilla, she's definitely using that kind of spell.

Lance:

Another clever mage from the magical society where agree to help Farmer with the help of his magic.

He also watches his appearance and sometimes uses spells, but he doesn't do his own makeup and tries to take care of himself without cosmetics.

How then he knows the spells of instant perfect makeup is a mystery.

A snap of his fingers and in a second, he has perfect makeup on Farmer's face.

Though in the future he may learn a couple of basics on how to do Farmer's makeup without magic. Just because the process itself is kinda interesting.

#thanks for the ask!#sdv #SVE #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv shane #sve victor #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sve lance #Sdv headcanons #SVE headcanons

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for-the-sake-of-color · 3 months

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Teaser #1 for Chapter 2 of The Den

After a fantastic couple nights visiting The Den as relief and a reward for spending his daylight hours defending his pride at the Medical Conference, Kix decides to leave his massively hungover cousin Coric at the hotel and head back to the night club by himself. There was a certain shorter man that had refused to leave his thoughts. He's just lucky the Vampire was as eager for his return as Kix was to see him.

Excerpt under the cut >:3c

The side of Nihlus’ mouth lifted into a sneer, though he sounded amused as he said “and you were almost the perfect man, too. The world as your oyster and you still willingly chose to drink a beer?”

He shrugged in reply, “could have chosen a seltzer,” and at that Nihlus pulled a frown so deep that Kix barked out a laugh, “It’s not that bad! It’s really not,” he tried to assure him with a chuckle as he took a sip.

It really wasn’t that bad, a little more footy than he generally preferred from his Sours, but it was perfectly passable as a drink. He bet it’d even be rather pleasant if he got to a third one tonight

And then Nihlus mutters, “Ugh, well I’m not letting you stick your tongue in my mouth now,”

And Kix's brain ground to a halt and may as well have lit on fire in that moment from the implications.

“You were going to kiss me? That’s not against this place’s rules?” He asked eagerly. So Nihlus had been thinking about him too! And for more than just his blood?

“It’d have been nice to think about, at least,” The Vampire muttered, sipping his drink

Kix nudged him again and gave his best puppy eyes, “You could keep thinking about it?”

Nihlus stared at him for a long beat, before, “Alright, but you’re going to have to be a lot more charming if you want me to change my mind with your beer breath,”

“I can certainly try,” Kix chucked, taking another sip, “so what are you drinking tonight?”

“Besides you, later? Sparkling Rosé,” Nihlus gives Kix a bit of a smirk at that one, and then leans back and takes a sip of his drink.

Kix’s eyes were transfixed as the liquid tipped back from the flute into his full lips. They looked... soft. Maybe if he was lucky he’d be able to have them pressed against his skin without getting bit long enough to remember the experience.

Maybe a more realistic hope was that he’d get to have them pressed up against his own lips, but Kix liked to dream big

“You’re a wine guy, then?”

Nihlus chuckled, “as unfortunately cliche as it is for a Vampire, yes, I am very much into the entire wine making process, not that I have the amount of patience necessary to see a vineyard through

“At least 50 years alive didn’t teach you any patience?” Kix asked

The vampire scoffed, nudging Kix back, “Fifty... You flatter me, you pretty young thing.” he said with a grin into his drink.

Kix did not respond with the ‘I’m trying to’ that he was thinking, and instead followed with, “Is this one special, then?”

“We don’t serve special drinks here, Howler can't bartend to save his life,” The Vampire actually said rather loudly, said bartender flipping him off, yet bringing the bottle to refill his glass, Nihlus actually gave him a, “Thank you,” before he turned back to Kix,

“This is just some california blend sparkling blush, cheap as hell but sweet enough that I don’t mind drinking it,” and then Nihlus... held it out to Kix, biting his lower lip as he watched the Medical resident take a sip,

“It’s... okay,” Kix stated consideringly, he wished he had been able to taste more of Nihlus on the rim before he handed it back, “is the proof worth it?”

Nihlus’ grin was large, “not particularly, its only 3%, but it’s better than your beer,”

Kix laughed as he took another swig of his own drink, “How would you know, you haven’t even tried it?” and at 20 proof, it was well worth sipping on

“Fine,” Nihlus said, reaching his hand out, “if you’re so insistent,”

And who was Kix to say no after the Vampire had so generously shared his own? Kix handed it over without complaint and got to study once more the way those sinful lips curled around the mouth of his glass as he... drank half of Kix’s fucking beer in one go

“Hey!” Kix tried to grab at it, but the Vampire was much faster, laughing loudly as Kix failed to take his drink back, “That's mine!”

“And what do I get out of giving it back?” Nihlus asked him oh so childishly

Kix though? Raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice, “Well you know, now that you just made sure beer breath isn't an issue, I could kiss you for it back?”

The Vampire was back to biting his lower lip as he leaned forwards, replying equally as quietly, “and who says that’s a reward for me?”

Kix was smug as he leaned in himself, nearly touching but not quite bridging the gap between them, “Is it not?”

They were so close now, he could feel Nihlus breath against his skin as he muttered, “gods help me but it is,” and pressed himself against Kix, one arm sliding under Kix’s own and the other coming to rest on his shoulder after he set the beer down on the bar. Kix took it as permission to lay his hands around that perfect waist as the Vampire locked their lips together.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #star wars au #Vampire au #Kix #tcw kix #clone medic kix #original character #star wars oc #sith oc #vampire oc #nihlus brek #nihlus tag #kix tag #the den #my art #star wars fanart

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burningvelvet · 11 months

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excerpts from lord byron’s letters that read like tumblr posts from the 1800s

(diary version: https://www.tumblr.com/burningvelvet/708562718092836864/random-excerpts-from-lord-byrons-diaries-that)

“We of the craft (poets) are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.”

“Remember me to yourself when drunk. I am not worth a sober thought.”

“Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go, it is useless to inquire. In the midst of myriads of the living & the dead worlds — stars, systems, infinity — why should I be anxious about an atom?”

“I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.”

“I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.”

“I do not believe in any religion. I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.”

“Venice and I agree very well - in the mornings I study Armenian, and in the evenings I go out sometimes - and indulge in coition always.”

“The great object of life is sensation — to feel that we exist, even though in pain. It is this ‘craving void’ which drives us to gaming — to battle — to travel — to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description, whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.”

“If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.”

“When I am ill or unlucky I philosophize as well as I can.”

“Cant is so much stronger than cunt.”

"I have such a detestation of cant ... that I make myself appear rather worse than better than I am."

“There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.”

“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”

“I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?”

“Why should Queens not be whores? every Whore is a Quean.” [Context: 1. Queen Caroline was being tried for adultery 2. “Quean” was another word for “prostitute”]

“But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.”

“To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.”

“I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.”

“I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation. They are all better than us, and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.”

“I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.”

“Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure.”

“Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.”

“In the last two years I have been at Venice, I have spent about five thousand pounds, and I need not have spent a third of this, had it not been that I have a passion for women which is expensive in its variety every where, but less so in Venice than in other cities.”

“I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long, – I am such a strange mélange of good and evil, that it would be difficult to describe me.”

[on a lover, Margarita Cogni] “I forgot to mention that she was very devout, and would cross herself if she heard the prayer-time strike — sometimes when that ceremony did not appear to be much in unison with what she was then about.”

[on his future wife] “I am quite irresolute — and undecided — if I were sure of myself (not of her) I would go — but I am not — & never can be — and what is still worse I have no judgement — & less common sense than an infant — this is not affected humility…”

“I was the fashion when she first came out; I had the character of being a great rake, and was a great dandy — both of which young ladies like. She married me from vanity, and the hope of reforming and fixing me.”

“I read ‘Glenarvon,’ too, by Caro Lamb — God damn!”

"I have seen three men's heads and a child's foreskin cut off in Italy.”

“What could I do? – a foolish girl – in spite of all I could say or do – would come after me... I could not exactly play the Stoic with a woman who had scrambled 800 miles to unphilosophize me.”

“I have fallen in love, which, next to falling into the canal (which would be of no use, as I can swim), is the best or the worst thing I could do.”

(on the possibility of spies being sent for him during the Greek Revolution) “If these Gentlemen have any undue interest and discover my weak side — viz — a propensity to be governed — and were to set a pretty woman or a clever woman about me — with a turn for political or any other sort of intrigue — why — they would make a fool of me — no very difficult matter probably even without such an intervention. But if I can keep passion — at least that passion — out of the question (which may be the more easy as I left my heart in Italy) they will not weather me with quite so much facility.”

[on a Venetian lover, Marianna Segatti] “I am sure if I put a poniard into the hand of this one, she would plunge it where I told her, — and into me, if I offended her. I like this kind of animal, and am sure that I should have preferred Medea to any woman that ever breathed.”

[in response to a fan letter] “You tell me that you wished to know me better, because you liked my writing. I think you must be aware that a writer is in general very different from his productions, and always disappoints those who expect to find in him qualities more agreeable than those of others; I shall certainly not be lessened in my vanity, as a scribbler, by the reflection that a work of mine has given you pleasure; and, to preserve the impression in its favour, I will not risk your good opinion, by inflicting my acquaintance upon you.”

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minminie804 · 2 years

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I See You

Steven Grant X f!reader x Marc Spector

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Part 2

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Your boyfriend had promised a cozy Sunday night in. You were finally going to tell him the truth about your dysfunction, and yet you find yourself being dragged to the pub instead. After your boyfriend rudely embarrasses you in front of his friends you find yourself taking the last bus home with a sleepy Steven Grant.

Warnings: None, I think this is a tame chapter. A swear word here and there. Nothing big except for a jerk boyfriend.

A/N: Thank you all for liking the first part. I absolutely loved writing Steven’s introduction to this story. Next part will possibly be from Steven’s perspective. I unfortunately have not finished writing it though so there may be a longer wait time for the next part. Once again I promise I proofread this around five times but mistakes will probably still be there. I am sorry and I hope you like part two. Feedback is much appreciated and happy reading.

You decide to wait on the inevitable talk till a week later. Why ruin a good anniversary week you convince yourself, but in reality you were just scared. In all honesty whenever you have this conversation you never intend it to be a break up talk. Some part of you wishes they would stay and work whatever this was out together. They would always take the out though. Always wishing me well and mentioning I work on myself first before committing to a relationship.

Instead of the intimate night he had promised you, the following Sunday you found yourself sitting around a crowded pub. Your boyfriend reassures you that this won’t be long, and a night in will still happen just later than expected.

“An hour tops, I promise.” he begs when he sees the look on your face.

“I am not feeling well. You promised a cozy night in.” You tried to convince him.

“Come on, don’t be like that. They are waiting for us.” he tugs on the hand he was holding and leads you inside.

You drag your feet as you step inside. The warmth is overbearing and the amount of people inside makes you even more uneasy and on edge. He slipped into a booth where his friends already had several pints of beer on the table. You greet everyone with a passable smile for their inebriated state.

The first hour you were hounded to drink along with everyone. Each offer was denied with an excuse of being the designated driver. Even though you hoped your boyfriend would keep his promise of only an hour and take it slow so you wouldn’t have to.

The second hour was consumed with arguments of the recent rival football game.

The third hour was filled with you desperately trying to hold your boyfriend's concentration long enough to silently signal your need to finally go.

Four hours later here we were soon approaching midnight. You lost track of what round everyone was on, but your patience was finally at its wit’s end. You finally get up not caring about anyone's feelings anymore. “It’s time for us to go.” you say as firmly as possible so he would take you seriously. He stops mid drink laughing at your sudden change in attitude.

“Come on just one more round. John hasn’t finished his story.” He nods over to his best friend who just further agrees with him.

“I don’t feel well, and I work tomorrow anyways. Come on, I have to drive your precious car back or else I would’ve left hours ago.”

He scoffs “If you wanted to go so bad why didn’t you say so sooner.” he looks over to his mates “Women am I right?” he jokes. They drunkenly laugh louder than can be. You glare at every single one before you throw his keys at him.

“Figure out how to get home on your own. Call me when you are ready to apologize.” you storm off while his friends all ‘ooh’ as if they were in grade school and found out one of them got in trouble. You shake your head as you look back one last time to see what he is doing before you walk out the door. As if hoping for some sort of remorse or sign that he is going to be coming after you.

You regret it though as you see his real reaction, and not one that you have made up in your mind. He laughs along with everyone, and is signaling for another round. Your heart breaks silently knowing that no matter how many times you would try to convince yourself, he was not the one. He never was.

You walk down the lonely street hugging your jacket in close. The cold was starting to get worse this time of year. You made a mental note to take out your winter clothes to wash before the bitter cold fully came. You make it to the bus stop thankfully before they stop running. It finally pulls in and you climb on hoping for a lone ride with just the bus driver. They wouldn’t judge you too bad if you suddenly began to cry if your emotions finally overflowed.

Your night didn’t give you a break as you realized there was a man sitting at the very back of the bus. He had his head against the window, eyes closed as he let the movement of the bus rock him to sleep. He snored slightly, the poor thing looked awfully tired. He probably was coming home from a late shift you think to yourself.

The bus ride home was loads better than staying in the pub even though it made getting home twice as long than what it would’ve taken driving. You even felt proud of yourself for not crying. Although you also had to thank the mystery man for that. Even though he was clearly dead to the world at the moment you didn’t want to ruin his environment if he so happened to wake.

You would be lying if you weren’t sneaking peeks at him. He was extremely handsome even if his mouth was slightly open. His hair looks so soft and fluffy with curls. He had a large nose that would sit on his face perfectly completing him. Best of all was his jaw giving him such a strong profile. The only thing missing to complete this man in your head were his eyes. You wish he was awake to see his eyes just knowing that a man like this could eat you up with solely his gaze. But above all he made you feel extremely comfortable for some unknown reason.

You sigh looking at him one last time as your stop is soon approaching. That was when you realized that this was the last stop. There were no others before heading to the bus depot. You hardly think that's where this man was heading. You have never seen him before to know if he got off at your bus stop. Perhaps he had just moved in somewhere close by. Maybe you would spot him from time to time on your strolls to the local corner shop. You smile to yourself imagining the scenarios already.

You shake your head to get the silly daydream out of your head. The bus came to a full stop before announcing the last stop. The man is still sleeping through the call. You get up and look between the man and the driver. You almost want to tell the driver something but they were clearly done with the day as they gave a definite shoulder shrug to indicate this was your problem.

You make your way over to the man and slightly tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir.” you say to him, shaking him slightly when the tap did nothing.

You look back to the driver who finally decides to do something about this situation. Without moving from their seat they let out a loud and blaring yell “Last stop!”

The man's head rolls off the window and jumps up in freight. His eyes blew wide scanning his surroundings. He comes face to face with you as he stumbles forward, his body moving faster than his sleepy mind at the moment. When he finally looks at you properly he is frozen in place. His eyes scan your face and finally meet yours. The picture of the handsome man was finally complete and you were correct. His gaze held you in place, as if time stood still. The moment is soon lost when the bus driver once again yells “Last stop!” making the both of you jump from the sudden abruptness.

“Sorry. Sorry forgot where I was for a moment there.” he finally speaks, and looks out the window. “Oh no! Oh No! Not again. I've missed my stop.'' He looks around still trying to figure out where he is.

The bus driver's final straw of patience snapped as they asked us to get off unless we wanted to go to the bus depot.

We stand watching as the bus drives off. You feel bad for the man as he tries to pinpoint where he is still. Looking hopelessly lost. You didn’t realize it but you were slightly pouting as he looked like a lost puppy trying to find his way home.

“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve figured this wasn’t your stop. I’ve never seen you this far on the fare before. I should’ve tried to wake you or something.” you apologize just feeling sorry for the handsomely exhausted man.

“No, nothing to apologize for. My fault really. I should be more careful about this kind of stuff. I have a sleeping problem, I shouldn't be so careless you know?” he tries to reassure you. When he saw the sad pout you had upon your face.

You tell him the crossing streets nearest to you both in hopes of helping him the best you could. He looks even more shocked when he realizes how far off he is.

“I should’ve gotten off eight spots ago.” he shakes his head as if he was disappointed in himself.

“That's when I got on!” you exclaim, smiling a bit about the coincidence. “ I don’t think you’ll be able to catch another bus heading back in time.”

“What a way to end a night?” he sounds defeated. “First inventory and now this. I should’ve figured when I almost missed my bus to work.” he shakes his head. “Sorry, you probably don’t even care about little old me and my problems.”

“It’s alright. Bad nights all around I guess huh?” you admit remembering why you even had to take the bus in the first place. He raises an eyebrow at your statement. You take a deep breath and go on “ My boyfriend is an idiot. He embarrassed me in front of his friends. I left his drunk ass at the pub, he didn’t even bother to care how I was going to get home just ordered another fucking round. Should’ve never expected more out of him. My fault for believing he would honestly.”

“It's not.” he says so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. When he realizes you did he almost hesitates to go on. “Forgive me if I am over stepping, but it's not your fault for expecting your boyfriend to actually be a good boyfriend. I am sorry but he sounds like a bloody prick. Embarrassing you in front of everybody. Not caring about your feelings. Worst of all he had you take a bus home in the middle of night and now you are here talking to a complete stranger for who all you know could be a serial killer.”

You are taken aback by his honesty. All the things he had said only validated your feelings and reassured you that it isn’t wrong to have these expectations from your boyfriend. You can't help laughing though at the thought of him being a serial killer. He looks at you curious wondering what he said that was so funny. You swear he even shifted his head to one side like a puppy dog.

“You most definitely don’t give off a serial killer image.”

“Oh? What image do I give out then?”

“Lost puppy dog energy.” You admit behind a giggle.

He laughs a bit, probably imagining the sight of him. “Or I could be leading you into a false sense of security.” he jokes a bit but you can tell he is starting to blush a bit. It only causes you to laugh even more.

“No, I am one hundred percent certain. You are a puppy. Definitely getting golden retriever energy.” You nod, smiling even more at his reaction.

“ Is that a compliment then?”

“Of course! The golden retriever is one of the most dashing of dogs and the sweetest. It is the utmost compliment!Trust me I have a great judge in character”

He looks away unsure of what to say next. The blush on his cheeks growing and shading his ears with red as well. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” You two hold each other's gaze once again feeling the calming energy surrounding the both of you. You sigh with the sudden sense of peace that envelops you. When suddenly you are plucked from serenity with the sound of your ringtone. Your peace is gone in an instant when you see your boyfriend's name appear on the screen. You answer it wondering what type of gibberish he was going to spew.

“Wh-Where are you?” he slurs out slowly.

“ Hello to you too, and why do you care all of a sudden?”

“I am at your… apart- at your place. Why aren’t you answering the door?”

“I am not home. How did you get there? You didn’t drive did you?” Moments from becoming furious if he says that he did.

“No. I took a cab.” He says defensively. “Where are you? Why aren’t you here…home?”

“Took the bus.”

“This fucking late. Why didn’t you just wait for me?”

You sigh frustrated at him and his slurred speech. You could practically smell the alcohol on his breath through the phone. “I told you I wasn’t feeling well. Just go home, I don’t want to talk until you apologize for what you said.”

“I am coming to g-…coming to where… get you. Send me your locati-”

You hang up before he even finishes. The last thing you wanted was for him to meet you here.

“The infamous boyfriend now caring?” the mystery man speaks. His voice calms you as he pulls you back into the conversation you were having together.

“The one and only. I swear I am a good judge of character. He wasn’t like this when we started dating.” you defend your previous statement

“ I trust you. Mostly because you called me dashing.” He shrugs.

You laugh as you see him fiddling with his fingers not sure of how you would’ve taken his joke. “And I meant every word.”

You look over your shoulder towards the direction of your apartment. “I should probably get home.” Even though you kind of wished to continue your conversation with the handsome mystery man.

“Will you get home safely?” he asks, doing a quick look around as if he was looking for something out of the ordinary. The thought of concern makes you smile.

“Yeah, Just down the street.” You gesture down the road. “Will you get home safely? It's probably best to head back towards the main streets and hail a cab.”

“Yeah I think that’ll be the best option.” he agrees.

“It was nice meeting you…” You wait eagerly for him to give you his name. Wanting nothing more than to know it as if you were taking a piece of him with you.

“Steven. Steven with a v.” he holds his hand out.

You place your hand in his. Warmth suddenly takes over your body. You notice the size difference but also how delicate his hold is on you. He doesn’t show off his strength as most men do when shaking hands. A silly way of displaying dominance you have always hated as they would crush your hand entirely. No, he was quite the opposite. His hold was soft, delicate but still firm grounding you to this moment. He repeats your name absolutely loving the way the sound falls from his lips. The handshake was longer than most but neither wanted to let go of the warmth that emanated from the other.

He notices how long the pause has been and lets go. He begins to play with his hands once again. “It was lovely meeting you. You made my bad night better honestly.” he confesses.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” You smile at the connection you both must be feeling. “Good night Steven with a V. I hope you get some proper sleep when you get home.”

“I’ll try. Get home safely. Good night.”

You begin to go down the road, but before you have even taken five steps you turn to capture one last good look of him. Wishing this wouldn’t be the last time you two meet. Only to realize this meeting was purely accidental. You would’ve never met Steven if it wasn’t for your idiot boyfriend, that and the fact that Steven missed his stop. This moment will never happen again. Making you savor these last few glimpses of him walking away.

Just as you were ready to keep walking, Steven looked back. His eyes quickly light up when he meets yours. He looks startled for a second not expecting to see you looking back as well.

He says your name loud enough for you to hear.

“Yeah?” you say slightly embarrassed for getting caught staring.

“Don’t lower your expectations for him. He doesn’t deserve you, if you have to.” he says. You can tell he was nervous about your reaction to his advice. He wasn’t sure if he was overstepping. Once again his words catch you off guard. Not expecting such honesty from someone you just met moments ago. You nod though knowing that he was right though.

“I won’t. Thank you, Steven.” You give him a reassuring smile “See? I was right. Golden retrievers are the sweetest.” You wave good-bye, he copies you still too flustered from the compliment to say anything. “I hope we meet again, puppy.” You add in the pet name in order to get him even more flustered, deciding he looks absolutely adorable when he does so.

“ I-I hope so too. G-good Night” he stutters, finally turning away to walk up to the main street.

You look up and whisper your wish into the night starry sky.

“I want a puppy like him as a boyfriend.”

Part 3{ In progress}

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rae-is-typing · 2 years

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Being Asahi’s Crush Part One: You Catch his Eye

Notes: Soooooooo guess what i did instead of doing homework lol

Description: headcanons about the new student catching the ace’s eye, part one of four

Characters: You, the karasuno vbc (volleyball club), and some random second year

Warning: cultural faux pas are committed, asahi is an awkward bean, and noya and tanaka are being themselves

Word Count: 1.8k

So let's say you’re a second year and a foreigner

That must be rough girl, i do not envy you

You move to the miyagi prefecture for whatever reason and begin at karasuno in the next few weeks

Your japanese is passable, but not amazing

So is your cultural awareness

You definitely do your best, but definitely make some social faux pas like mixing up honorifics or forgetting them all together, bowing too much or not enough, among other things

So you already have a reputation of clueless foreigner preceding you before you even begin school

Once again, my love, i do not envy you

Some people gave you dirty looks and silently judged you

Others thought you were adorable and a little dumb

And others thought it was amazing that you decided to come to karasuno in the first place

It was a bit hard to find things on common, especially because of the mild language barrier

You had one thing in common with a certain crow though

Asahi could never get away from the label “delinquent”

Even though he was a living breathing teddy bear and a gentle giant

Most people took one look at him and ran

You had heard about the terrifying third year that was allegedly running a drug empire under the guise of it being a volleyball team, how he beat up an entire year of boys for not bowing to him, and how he coerced them to be drug runners afterwards

Honestly, you didn’t know whether to write them off or believe them because of how many people said similar things about him

Either way, you ignored it and went about your life in the new country

That was until you got lost on campus one day

Like hopelessly lost

I’m sure someone put out a BOLO for the foreigner

You were looking for some sort of indication of where you were and then ran straight into someone’s chest

You did fall on your ass

And you wanted to laugh and cry at the same time because while it was fucking hilarious, you just wanted to find your way to wherever it is that you’re going

Now asahi had heard the rumors about you too

He had heard that you were a loud, crass, obnoxious foreigner that was nothing but disrespectful

But he deals with the volleyball team loud, crass, and obnoxious people all the time

However his experience didn’t take away from his crippling social anxiety

So here he was, walking and lot in thought when BAM a cute girl slams into his chest and falls down

Asahi isnt dumb, he knows what people think and this looks

He immediately trips over himself apologizing and asking if you’re okay

He feels absolutely awful

You didn’t laugh or cry, but you did feel your face warm up at the cute boy in front of you

You reassure him that you’re fine

He helps you pick up your things because again, sweet baby boy is riddled with guilt

But he sees how lost you look and asks if you need help

Totally not because he wants to keep talking to you, why would you think that, he’s trying to be a good citizen

He helps you get to where you’re going and you thank him profusely and apologize for running into him

You touch his arm lightly out of habit

His face catches on fire

Redder than red

No color corrector is fixing that

Asahi.exe has stopped working

*windows shutdown noise*

ANYWAYS

You realize your mistake and then apologize again, this time bowing slightly

He didn’t speak

He’s lagging

He’s still reeling from the cute foreigner that A) wasn’t scared for her life and B) talked to him semi-openly and C) TOUCHED HIS ARM

After a minute, he tries to stutter a quiet “it’s okay”

Key word tried

He’s interrupted by one of your fellow second years dragging you away from him

She says something along the lines of “don’t you know how dangerous he is???” and “he’ll try to get you to sell substances too”

You're so confused

You were pretty sure you saw an eye mask meant for sleeping that had a bear design on it in his bag when you first ran into him

He's literally a big baby

The gentlest giant

You look back at where he’s still standing and then back at the other second year

“Are you sure????”

They profusely nod

You look at asahi and then at her once again

“Really? Like 10,000% sure?”

The conversation is put to end by more students coming into the area

Over the next couple weeks, you would see the so-called drug lord around campus and you made it a point to smile and give a friendly wave

It always made him blush and his heart race

Seriously, suga and daichi almost took him to the nurse one day cause it looked like he was gonna pass out

Again, rumors travel fast so it was only a matter of time before tanaka and noya found out about the fearless second year foreigner chick that not only lived to tell the tale of how the ruthless azumane kidnapped her

Yes this is what it had become

No it doesn't make sense seeing as you ran into him and accepted the help

Tanaka and noya, ever the opportunists, sought you out for interrogation

Deadass, you were getting ready to go when school was over and ambushed you

You had seen them with asahi a couple times but that was it

The two had a whole ass speech prepared, but forgot it when they came face to face with you

They had seen you from afar, but never up close

And you my dear Y/N, are a sight to behold

Yes you are

Stop arguing with me

What i say goes mkay

They immediately forget everything and just kinda stare

And you”re like ????? can i help you?

And when they hear your accent, they are shocked even further

Stunned

Astonished

dumb

Dumbfounded

Their flabbers are gasted

So you just side step and keep walking

When they finally realize you left, they immediately run to find you

But they stood there for way too fucking long and you were nowhere to be found

So they do the next best thing: hunt down the ace for interrogation

It wasn’t fair, okay?

Why did he get the pretty foreigner??????

So that practice, noya and tanaka are late

Surprise, surprise said no one

Dadchi and sugamama are none too pleased, neither is the coach or Takeda

Instead of excuses, the two chaotic second years scream

“ASAHI WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US SHE WAS AN ANGEL SENT FROM THE HEAVENS”

I’m pretty sure all of the prefecture heard them

Asahi.exe has stopped working part two electric boogaloo

At any mention of the cute second year waving instead of running in fear, he lost all functioning brain cells

The rest of the team is confused

Hinata tilts his head like a puppy

Kageyama is probably yelling at him

Suga gets his popcorn ready

Daichi is still mad at the second years

Yachi is scared because of the yelling poor thing

Kiyoko is over it, but still mildly curious

Tsukki is very over it with no curiosity

Yams is confused as fuck

Asahi tries and fails to give an explanation

Everyone is bombarding him with questions

“She? As in a girl?”

“Asahi interacts with girls?”

“Did you scare her off?”

“Girl? What girl?!”

“Azumane finally got a girlfriend!”

Daichi yells at everyone and practice goes on

For some reason, you end up in the third years hallway

Lets say you were delivering a paper to another staff member during lunch

And once again, you were lost

Maybe start carrying a compass and a map everywhere you go my love

And once again, you run into asahi

Once again, you fall

Once again, asahi is riddled with guilt

BUT THIS TIME Daichi and Suga see the whole thing

They thought you would be scared or get mad, but instead you blessed their ears with a laugh

“This has got to stop happening,” You joke

He apologizes profusely again while helping you up

Suga does not waste this chance to tease the both of you

“Is this the cute girl that Tanaka and Nishinoya were screaming about? I can see why now.”

Asahi.exe has stopped working part three

Daichi rolls his eyes, but definitely stores this interaction in the back of his mind to use later

“Aren’t you a second year? Why are you all the way over here?”

“Yeah, I am. One of the teachers asked me to bring this over for another faculty member, but I got lost. Again.”

“Again?” Suga asks

You nod and laugh, not taking the situation too seriously “Ahaa, yeah. I think they ask me to deliver things as some sort of practical joke at this point.”

“Well Asahi would be happy to show you.” Daichi says

“Oh are you sure? I don’t want to take up any of your time!”

Suga waves off your concern and comes up with a quick lie “Daichi and I were just about to have a captains-only meeting. Asahi isn’t a captain, so would have kicked him out anyways,”

“Suga is right, we do have some pretty serious things to discuss.”

To you, the mischievous glint in the two captains’ eyes were nothing but them being friendly, but to asahi, it spelled certain death

He stood, still blushing as the two walked off

It takes a minute, but he shows you to the faculty member

And you get to talk to him a bit more

You ask about his friends and the meeting between captains

He can't apologize enough for the behavior of his underclassmen

Most people would be weirded out by it, reasonably so

But then you shock him

“No worries! Actually, I think it's sweet that they care about you,”

So now asahi is taking stock

This is what you have going for you my dear Y/N:

You arent scared of him or his looks

You can laugh off situations that mortify him

You think his friends are sweet

You’re fucking stunning

There was one more thing that he wanted to know

“So I heard you play volleyball?”

Mind blown

You were also psychic

“Uh, yeah, I have for years.”

“That's awesome! I love volleyball. I used to play all the time at my old school, I even managed before I moved.”

That's it

You were perfect

Wedding? Planned

Names of future pets? Picked

Crops? Watered

Skin? Cleared

Hotel? Trivago

Deadass, mans plans your wedding at the spot

PLS HE WOULD GET SO EXCITED

But he would be so shy about it tooooo ugh i love this man so much

What seemed like an innocuous comment to you made up his mind

He was gonna ask you out

tune in for part two next thursdaaayyyyyy

#asahi azumane x reader #karasuno x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #haikyuu x reader headcanons #foreigner!reader #karasuno x foreigner!reader #haikyuu x foreigner!reader #haikyuu headcanons #i blame lu for this #she's my bestie #but this is all her fault lmao #asahi x reader #azumane x reader #im failing math rn lol #im also a week behind in my courses cause i have a uti and it is ass #anyways #enjoy

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About ten years ago Craigslist had the "casual encounters" section. I had a few successful encounters before they got rid of it.

One night I was high and horny and I got fixated on the idea of meeting a woman I had never met before at a hotel with the intent to do blow and fuck all night. So I made a post and after about an hour of spam bots i got a real reply from a sexy thick blonde milf that was 10 years older than me.

We emailed back and forth for about a day, feeling each other out and when we both were sure we were legit, we began making plans on when and where. I chose a nice hotel with an in room jacuzzi that was close to where she lived called Lake Tarpon Resort (the name has since changed).

The day arrives and I pick up an 🎱 from my co-worker and head to the hotel, two cities away from me. I was a bit nervous on the drive, it was raining pretty hard and the whole situation was crazy to begin with. Stopped at a Walgreens and sat for a moment to think things through and decided I'd come that far, this is going down. So I buy a box of condoms and drive the final mile to the hotel.

I go in the lobby and there she is, exactly like her pictures. She was wearing what looked like basically sexy office worker attire, black heels, black skirt, white blouse, black jacket. Sounds plain the way I described it but she looked hot in it.

I get our room key and we head up. The moment we're in the room we're all over each other, kissing, ours hands exploring each other's bodies until I pull away and pull out the ❄ and break out some lines. Watching a woman do a line of blow is a huge turn on for me, so when she did hers I was rock hard and ready to go.

I just undress like normal which disappointed her because she wanted to undress me. So to make up for it I push her on the bed and begin undressing her, trying to be sexy but really just doing it frantically and awkwardly. It doesn't matter, we're high, she's wet, I'm hard, were ready to fuck.

Now, I was hardly sexually experienced at the time, I'd never even given a woman oral. I wasn't a virgin but I had only had sex like 3 times before, so a part of the reason I wanted to do this in the first place was to get some proper experience under my belt lol.

She tells me she wants to suck my cock, so I lay down. She tells me my cock is huge, which I just roll my eyes at because at the time I didn't think it was anything but average and then begins to give me a passable bj (I've never really enjoyed getting head all that much, even today) then surprises me by putting the condom on me with her mouth like a hooker lol. She straddles me and sits on my cock, and to my surprise she's still acting like it's huge, easing it in slow like she can't take it. I think she's just trying to make me feel good. She finally had be all the way inside her pussy and she says the not move. She just sits there catching her breath then finally begins to ride my cock. I grab her tits but then after merge the third time she bounces on my cock she lets out a loud moan as her whole body shudders. She came and I barely did anything. At the moment I began to think maybe she wasn't just trying to be nice, especially when I saw how wet my pelvis and thighs were from her. That's when I knew that night was gonna be even better than I had imagined.

She rides me until we both cum together. We do some more lines and after a bit it's time for round 2. I love kissing so I wanted her on her back missionary style. I put the second condom on myself and climb on the bed. As I push my cock inside she's whimpering and telling me to go slow, so I do. Once on in I begin to fuck her in the most awful "push up style" looking way, you know, holding my upper body up with my arms like I'm doing a push up while I clumsily thrusted my lower body forward. This was exactly why I wanted to use the night as practice. Finally I figured out that resting on my knees while keeping my upper body upright is way better and I began to finally fuck her good and proper. She didn't last long again and neither did I, but when I was about to cum she DEMANDS that I "Take that fucking condom off" and cum on her. I pull out and try pulling the condom off and she immediately grabs it from me and yanks it off my cock so fast, which to this day is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. Just how badly she wanted me to cum on her that she couldn't wait. I shoot big load and she says "Fuck yes, that's what I wanted" when it manages to get on her face as well.

The rest if the tale is hazy. We stopped using condoms for the rest if the night. Kept doing blow in between each round until it was gone. Fucked her 5 times total, round 3 was my first time giving a cream pie, round 4 we fucked standing doggy and I came disappointingly small amount on her ass, and round 5 was after we went to sleep, I woke up to her grabbing on my cock which was already hard and fucked her as we laid on our sides, cumming inside her again if any cum actually came out of me lol.

I still am in touch with her to this day, though we have never met up again. I wish I could remember more details, but as Rick James said... Cocaine is a Hell of a drug.

#meet and fuck #let's get high and fuck #sex and drugs #sex with strangers #sex confessions #florida #crazy story #true stroy

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eorziapple · 7 months

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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt 6: Ring

((Character: Pippena Pipp, Expansion: No spoilers))

Master Kimura frowned as he stepped into the foreigner's "Dojo" already disgusted by the entranceway through the back of the tackiest eatery he had ever set foot in. "Taste of Eorzia" had already accosted him with moogle mascots begging him to seat for Limsa Lomincemeat sandwiches and Ul'doghnuts, and his mood did not improve much as he took in the simplistic setup before him.

A single tatami mat, a spattering of training dummies, suites of armor and weapons that showed little reverence to the warriors who wore them. Just more decoration, just another greedy soul invading his homeland, perverting its culture in mockery.

In truth, he knew little of Eorzia, but he knew martial arts, knew the history of oppression and conflict that saw the need for those who could defend themselves from bandits and invaders. These traditions giving way to complex and honorable schools and disciplines over the centuries. And here, before him, finishing up a bowl of cheese covered noodles, was a simple lalafell, wearing peasants robes, having the gall to yawn before standing to bow in greeting. He considered cutting her down on the spot for such disrespect, but she had accepted his challenge and he would not dare answer that in bloodshed. Soon enough he would have her packing away from these shores.

"Master... Pipp, was it?" Such odd rhyming names these westerners had, though in truth there was some element of whimsy in local customs to the little ones in Kugane, he supposed. "Yeah, uhh.. you're uhh.. which one were you, Kigumi?"

His eyes narrowed, the Au'ra's tail swished to reveal his displeasure. "You were expecting another?"

"Challenger? Yeah, it's gotten pretty common, I think you're the third so far this month?" she began shadowboxing, her feet bouncing of the mat in a chittering, undisciplined dance, it wasn't unlike the serpent school, he noted, but something was off about the movements, she was no master, couldn't be."

"Right... where are your students?" he mentioned as more footsteps descended the stairs. six of his most promising students shuffled down in their formalwear to witness their school's Master challenge this upstart. They took their seats at the edge of the tatami, nearest to the exit, as was custom. "Huh? It's like... the middle of the day?" Pipp countered, "they have like... jobs and stuff."

A vessel began to bulge on his forehead, the fighting arts, a proper school should be the focus of any student, not vocations and distractions. He shook his head. "Lets get this over with, what are the rules of challenges here.?

"Rules? Uhh.... KOs or tap outs? Is there another way, I thought touches were more for swordfighting."

She wasn't wrong, necessarily, but still, the answer bristled him. "Accepted. Lets get to it then." He approached the center of the ring, and gave a formal bow, Pippena, for all his aggravation towards her, responded in kind, with passable form. "Remember, If I win, you leave these shores." He entered a suzaku stance, perfect for fighting a smaller opponent, ready to counter low blows with more flowing style that allowed for sharp, staccato kicks. His opponent, however, raised her arms and continued with this erratic hopping, no.. shifting footwork, it seemed lose and... "Yeah yeah, you ready?" she replied.

"Begin!" he acknowledged, and just as he shifted to a defensive posture, the lalafell had leapt over his defenses, moving with exceptional speed as she twisted in the air and aimed a spinning kick right at his face, he deftly dodged his heat to the right only to feel a sharp tug of one of his horns as the used it as a fulcrum to change direction and stepped on he shoulder to aim three quick jabs to his face. The speed was something he expected but the power of the blows sent him reeling. He dove back to break her off, intending to meet her low in a charge as she recovered back to his feet only to discover she closed the distance fast, he aimed a sweeping kick only to see he hop over it like a with a backwards midair spin that twirled into a roundhouse kick to his torso.

He ignored the pain and opened up into a flurry of attacks, Seiryu-style clearly the way to go, only to find her taking an upward boxing stance, dodging her body quickly up, left, and over just as his strikes were close to landing, and then he felt a intense pain to his jaw as a spinning uppercut sent -him- spinning upwards, halfway to the roof of this tiny dojo.

As he came too, Pipp offered him a hand to get up, he batted it away, groggily, Smiling, she patted a large box, opening it to reveal an impressive amount of gil, "You know the deal, you're on the hook for a years worth of upkeep now, thank you for your donation!"

"H-how?" he gasped out, unbelieved.

"How? Because i'm like, the best? Why isn't that catching on by now?"

She grinning widely, confidently. He had no room to argue.

#pippena pip #ffxiv write 2023 #monk

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taggedmemes · 9 months

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch2 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'you have to eat that noisy?'

'i feel if you were having some of these beans you'd be making the same noises.'

'you're a growing boy! you should eat more things in general.'

'sit back. it's going to be 90 minutes of pure solitaire.'

'i mean everybody came out covered in gore.'

'love this energy.'

'i can't wait to see this bastard taken down, to be honest.'

'he rose through the ranks particularly fast. last i heard he'd been made a general.'

'i had these wanted posters made up.'

'did you have a follow-up thought, grandad?'

'this isn't a dead or alive situation, let me make this clear.''

'i've had several people come here and say that they've killed him. then he pops up again.'

'i assume it was shot with a very, very big gun.'

'he won't stop talking about how he shot that sasquatch.'

'you can't make an omelette without breaking a few sasquatches.'

'we don't just happen to have fifty yards of hempen rope.'

'i left my horse somewhere else apparently.'

'i've got some grubby old dynamite sticks shoved in my pocket, so no one set me on fire.'

'the wet goods store is right next to the dry goods store.'

'i think we can assume that walking up and plugging him in the dome will pull quite a lot of attention. not all of it positive.'

'maybe he loves jerky. we can put some jerky under a box and a stick and then he'll come out of town, and...'

'i'm not in funds as such.'

'he ain't my grandpa!'

'i don't want to impose or assume, but can we load you up with all this stuff?'

'okay, the story: we are couriering jerky.'

'beats 'jerkin' it'.'

'we can always tuck and roll. i do it all the time! it doesn't hurt as much as you think.'

'will you accept payment in the form of jerky?'

'the jerky was right next to the opium. it's possible some mixing as occurred.'

'i feel like there's a word for that if i knew more words.'

'you're a great shot and frankly you're a little scary when you're riled.'

'miss, can you write fair?'

'i can write passably well.'

'it's been a while since i was mining.'

'i, for one, have never mined.'

'if i were to assign it a fear level, i would give it about a four.'

'that's the second or third smart thing you've said today.'

'you'll have to forgive me: i am extremely old.'

'this presents a unique opportunity!'

'this sounds like a gas!'

'is there any action? is there a poker table?'

'you're pretty handy with those cards, right?'

'kid, you read my mind.'

'looks like you know what you're doing with them cards.'

'what do you think your odds are?'

'yeah, well, they didn't have what we have. which is enormous skill.'

'they don't have what i have! i have three months to live.'

'i don't know, you look like someone just walked over your grave.'

'i can't /possibly/ fail at gambling.'

'the game itself is supposed to be fun, you know.

'if you merely ask questions earlier and shot later, rather than the other way round, you wouldn't shoot so many people.'

'posers.'

'have you done much duelling?'

'i never heard of folks willingly coming to a town looking to get shot.'

'the grown up world is weird.'

'you're awfully young to get shot to death.'

'that's fine, i understand. if you need to shoot me, go ahead.'

'surely he won't agree to shoot a child to death?'

'LOT OF DEAD PEOPLE IN HERE, TOO!'

'the barman seemed alive enough to me. at least in a corporeal sense; his spirit was very downtrodden.'

'you think you have a lot to offer?'

'don't worry son, i'll go easy on ya. i'll shoot the gun right outta your hand.'

'i don't know if this is helpful or even possible, but...'

'i can dig graves very deeply and very neatly! but i can do shallow if it is for someone you wish to disrespect.'

'what i'm trying to do it, um, uh... kill you. so that i can benefit from your death. financially.'

#oxventure #cowboy rp #wild west rp #starter sentences #rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #sentence prompts

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henrysglock · 6 months

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At this point I wouldn't be surprised if they suddenly included a teenage Murray in the play despite him not even living in Hawkins. I get that they struggle with age accuracy of several characters but they change a bit too much in my opinion. Plus the character names. Like is Bob's father now a priester or principal??? And who is the priester then??? I'm so sad I won't be able to see the play so I really hope they'll put in on netflix in summer 2024 or something but it's already soo confusing

You see, Nonnie, I personally don't think they struggle with ages at all. I'm the type of person who's more inclined to consider that they're deliberately fucking with us.

To answer your question: I'm not sure who the priest is going to be, since priests aren't meant to have secular jobs (like being a principal)...but I won't lie and say I'm not tickled about how this contradicts the one (1) Collider article that drops even the slightest hint at a Patty/"George" one-sided romance. They list her as being the preacher's daughter:

and with that key bit of her character description thrown into question...well. Y'know. I don't think I need to point out how unreliable this makes everything else sound.

Anyway, I'm hoping you'll get to see it at some point, Nonnie!

And this is nothing against you, personally, but I struggle to understand how people don't see how reminiscent this all is of a NINA simulation.

Complaining and making my case below the cut.

Bob shouldn't be hanging around Jopper, they weren't friends in high school. They knew of each other, and Jim bullied Bob. Karen and Henry should be around the same age as Alice, which is to say: children. Alice is at least close to filmed canon, even if you think shes younger than Henry. They should at least have cast them similarly with actors, but they didn't. They do all this swapping: Priest to Principal, Allen to Alan, Henry (12) to Henry (14-15) while all the other actors are close enough to be passable if you don't look too hard.

This is all reminiscent of NINA and the constant swapping behavior. Like I'm just going to tap these few signs.

I mean honestly, this alone should be enough to put NINA on our radars:

Everyone but El is the right age, and she's aged up visibly.

They also swap on whether Henry's hair is a natural side part or not:

They swap on which way Brenner's tie is done:

They swap on prop orientation, corpse posing, or blood patterns:

All this changing around with an end result of no one (who cares enough to look) being able to say concretely which version is real.

I feel like this should ring warning bells:

Even if we want to discredit the papers and put Alice as Henry's younger sister, she's still cast as the right age in TFS. Visibly so. Henry is visibly aged up.

The only place we've ever seen this happen is in NINA, which is conveniently the time when El's memories are being altered as they're fed back to her.

So unless this is some secret third thing where Henry (12) went back in time to try and fix things but he continues to age normally/he's now 14-15 when he ought to be 12 (which isn't an option I'm against, I actually think it would be fun)...we're just not given another viable explanation in filmed canon.

So yeah, Nonnie...who's the priest and who's the principal? Is he Alan or Allen? Is it Henry or Vecna or One? Henry/Vecna/One? Allen/Alan/Al? What's the truth? What are we settling on?

But my main gripe is about the attitude, and again it's not about you personally, Nonnie, but:

Is it so hard for the fandom to go "Hey, maybe all these discrepancies in TFS are there for a reason, not just because the writers are dumbfucks who don't know their own story...despite having written it in tandem with ST4"?

Especially given that Kate Trefry wrote the NINA project? Not Matt, not Ross. Kate.

Why is everyone so against it being purposeful? Where's the fandom's sense of joy and whimsy? Is no one else willing to have fun and be creative about it? Must it always be a derisive little "uhuhu dumbfuck writers silly writers look how stupid and messy they are, retconning the canon THAT THEY WROTE SIMULTANEOUSLY" thing?

Idk. Just rubs me wrong. We'll see soon enough, though.

#asks #st tfs

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aurianavaloria · 6 months

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New Fanfic Preview

Putting up a little WIP preview of my newest fanfic endeavor - a crossover fic of the sort I never thought I'd write but... here it is. XD

Enjoy! And I hope to have the full chapter out on Ao3 soon!

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Sicut In Cælo Et In Terra - Ch.1 WIP

2371 AD, The Delta Quadrant of the Milky Way

Ensign Tabitha Paige thanked Neelix with a polite dip of her head and a slight smile, taking her food-laden tray from the counter before stepping aside for the next crewman to be served. Then, frowning a little, she scanned her grey surroundings for her friends with equally-grey eyes; the mess wasn’t terribly crowded today, but it still took a moment or two to spot one’s comrades amongst the repetitive black jumpsuits, differentiated only by the slashes of red, gold, or teal across their shoulders…

A brief wave from the direction of the windows quickly caught her attention, though, and as soon as she spotted the owner of said hand, she couldn’t help but grin at him.

“There you are, Ned,” she said with a chuckle as she approached, amused to no end by the gold-shouldered human man dunking his roll into his soup with all the gusto of one who hadn’t eaten a decent meal in ages. “I thought Torres was going to hold you hostage in engineering all day.”

“So did I,” he answered with his mouth full, gesturing to one of the empty chairs with his free hand. “I swear, every day it’s another hoop to jump through to keep this hunk of junk from falling apart.”

Tabitha frowned, sitting. “Voyager is not a ‘hunk of junk’.” Then, after a moment, she grinned again, picking up her drink and winking. “She’s just a high-maintenance lady, that’s all.”

“Oho, so she’s that kind of ship, is she?” Ned chortled, elbowing the bulkhead adjacent to him as if he were doing it to another crewmate and not the vessel’s unfeeling wall. “Thanks for the clarification. So what’s her ladyship gonna need next, huh? A stop at the next planet for a fresh coat of paint?”

She snorted after swallowing the sip she’d just taken. “I think we could all use a stop at the next planet for a fresh coat of paint.”

His only answer was a hum of agreement as he dove into soup with his spoon. Sighing, she looked down at her own tray to see the same dish before her – what she assumed was Neelix’s best approximation of a classic vegetable soup. Only, several of the ingredients were quite unrecognizable, making her the slightest bit hesitant.

“I’m assuming it’s good?” she asked without looking up, logic suggesting that it had to be at least passable in quality, given Ned’s inability to come up for air for five seconds.

Then again, he did that at almost every meal.

His answer was accompanied by a shrug as he finally leaned back, wiping at his mouth with his napkin. “Not his best, not his worst. At least it isn’t overloaded with jalapenos this time.”

“Thank God,” she muttered, distinctly remembering the Talaxian’s spicier concoctions that sent even some of their toughest crewmen racing to the replicators for milk. One taste of his recent attempt at a meat-and-bean chili had left her lips and tongue burning for hours afterwards.

But, she realized, she wasn’t exactly the best person in the galaxy to assess the quality of spicy foods; she’d always been something of a wimp in that regard.

There are worse things to be a wimp about, she felt the need to remind herself.

Finally digging in to the bread and soup, she found Ned’s appraisal to be correct, much to her relief. It wasn’t spicy and it wasn’t bad. A win-win.

“Got room for a third Ensign at this table?”

Tabitha glanced up, so immersed in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed her roommate standing right next to her.

“Sure, Kat,” she answered hastily. “How’d things go with Kes, today?”

The short, slightly heavyset Japanese-American huffed out a sigh, plopping down in the chair opposite Ned. “As good as a day spent examining plant leaves in the ‘ponics bay can go.”

“Ah,” their operations-assigned friend said with a sly smile and a wave of his spoon, “it’s times like these I’m thankful I didn’t pursue my fleeting interest in the sciences.”

“Shut up, Walker.”

His only answer was a close-mouthed chuckle as he continued his meal, his comrades joining him in companionable silence.

Tabitha’s thoughts darkened a little, though, as she contemplated Ned’s comment and began to wonder if she herself had made a mistake in her own career. She and Katsumi were microbiologists by profession, the only two assigned to Voyager’s crew of roughly one hundred and fifty members. And though it was obvious to anyone that such specialists would be a necessary asset on board a science exploration vessel, the two women saw little action related to their field – so little, in fact, that they had been trained as supplemental field medics for away teams, spending more time in sickbay helping Kes and the Emergency Medical Hologram than they did analyzing any collected particles in engineering or the science lab.

Even amidst such an uncharted place as the Delta Quadrant.

Shaking her head, Tabitha forced those thoughts to the back of her mind, something that had become easier in these last few months. The fact that they were all stuck out here, trapped together aboard this little Intrepid-class starship going as fast as her state-of-the-art warp engines would let her go – and even then knowing it would take them most of their lives to return home, if she could get them there in once piece – had been a bitter pill to swallow at first. And the addition of Commander Chakotay’s rebellious Maquis crew hadn’t helped matters much. But slowly, over time, with Captain Janeway’s stalwart leadership, Kes’s gentle counseling, and even Neelix’s overly-enthusiastic efforts to give the crew a taste of home, the long eight-hour shifts had become less tense, the nights less tearful, and the moments in-between less hopeless.

Ned had done his best to help with that last part.

As if reading her mind, the engineer stuffed the last bit of bread into his mouth before spinning the PADD that sat beside his tray towards her. “Here, I got something to show you.”

At least, that was how she interpreted his muffled words, judging from the inflection of his voice around the chunk of soggy roll.

The translators in their combadges couldn’t help with everything, it seemed.

Katsumi exchanged looks with Tabitha. “What, another holofilm of yours?”

“Yeeeeep,” he confirmed after washing down the last of his food, the beaming expression on his baby-faced countenance whilst he pushed his tray back and laced his fingers atop the table, betraying his pride. “And I think it’s my best one yet.”

“You said that the last time,” Tabitha said flatly as she took the PADD in hand. Squinting, she tried to read the title aloud, “‘Sicut In Cælo Et In Terra’? That’s Latin, right?”

“‘On Earth as it is in Heaven’,” Ned translated, grinning widely.

“The Lord’s Prayer,” Tabitha remarked, her brow furrowing as she recognized the phrase. “I didn’t think you were the religious sort.”

“I’m not, generally speaking,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug. “Go on, keep reading.”

Katsumi looked over her roommate’s shoulder. “Historical fiction… Catholic Crusades… based off of… Kingdom of Heaven, 2005…”

“Kingdom of Heaven,” Tabitha repeated, her brow furrowing. “Never saw it. Sounds like something my father would have enjoyed, though.”

Ned scoffed. “It’s only one of the most popular films of the twenty-first century. Due in part to Orlando Bloom, as far as I understand it.”

“Who?” the two women asked simultaneously, which resulted in both of them snorting their amusement.

The engineer sighed. “Leading man. Girls went gaga over him, back in the day. Don’t ask me why, I can’t tell you. All the other actors were better than him in it, in my opinion.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve always been fascinated with the era it’s set in, and this particular film is more than worthy of an interactive remake to give participants a… well, semi-authentic experience.”

“And lemme guess,” Katsumi leaned back in her chair and cast him a knowing look, “you want us to be your beta testers for this ‘semi-authentic experience’?”

“Please?” he asked with sheepish smile.

#fanfiction #fanfic preview #current wip #work in progress #star trek voyager #kingdom of heaven #st voyager #st voy #uss voyager #fanfic writing #my writing #aurianavaloria

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wtfwhy · 1 year

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SPOILERS!!!!!!! Unorganized Teen Wolf movie review basically

I actually... really liked it??? Like it's not that good but I enjoyed watching it! A lot of parts were genuinely funny and the plot was like passable! (Quite a few unanswered questions tho)

There were some things I found confusing or weird, like idk wtf Harris had against the pack (his reveal was funny af tho) and a few other things, but they were mostly just because of the lack of Stiles, Kira, and and Isaac

The Kira 'stand in' girl (I think her name was Hikari??) Was pretty cool, obviously sucks that Kira herself wasn't there but that's a whole different conversation 👀

Honestly, as a huge Stydia shipper I was hoping they wouldn't break them up and just have him like watching their kids or something (I think I saw a funny post of that once) but they way they broke them up? Not actually that bad? Like Lydia left him because she loved him and I was just worried that they wouldn't love each anymore so I'll take what I can get! Tho not expanding on the dreams she was having is a bit of a lost thread, but since it wasn't really apart of the main story, I'll let it slide lol.

I did not like how they just pretended Issac didn't exist, that was pretty fucked up. Like I predicted that Scott and Allison would get back together by the end, but damn rip Isaac for real 😔

Anyways, about Derek's death... Honestly, since I wasn't taking the movie that seriously in the first place, I didn't really feel anything about Derek dying? Like don't get me wrong, I love the man and if they killed him off in the actual show I'd be bawling, but the movie to me is just a silly little suggestion to canon than law. There's real canon, fanon, and the third secret canon that lives inside my brain ☺️

But like, I don't really care that he died in the movie, I was just surprised tbh. Rip king you deserved better 🙏 (I don't understand how he just like, disappeared, after being burnt?? Like maybe I didn't notice it but his body was gone like huh???)

I never liked Scott and Malia together so I'm glad they broke up, but Malia and Parish was weird as hell and was just so random. I think that ever since Malia and Stiles broke up the writers just couldn't figure out what to do with her? Which is a total shame cause Malia is queen. But none of her relationships post stiles make sense or work out so rip (I do love me some stlia on the side ngl)

Jackson was GREAT, funny af and just like how I would imagine the redeemed adult version of the asshole from season 1, 10/10

Lots of missed opportunities for interactions, (like Liam and Mason) but it's only a 2h movie so I get it

I thought both Scott and Allison were great, tho I'm not sure how I feel about her staying alive afterwards. Plus I always shipped Scira more but you know 👀 love that Scott was the same great guy ☺️ when he hugged Chris I literally cried it was so cute 🥺

UNEXPECTED TWIST for me!!! I came into the movie, very lightly shipping Chris and Melissa, and came out of the movie shipping Chris, Melissa, and Peter 😳 I didn't expect that! But they were such a cute trio omg it was amazing

Eli was cute and I don't think that he was that much like stiles, but there obviously similarities

And Jackson and Lydia brotp??? Absolutely!!!

So that's basically it, I'll give this a solid 7/10

PS: saw some people legitimately mad that sterek didn't happen, fuck those people. You are not allowed near my blog...unless you want to send funny hate anon that I can roast

(like one person brought up the whole, sterek was "queerbaiting" thing, which is such bullshit. They literally never fucking liked each other, even platonically. I would say by the end of the show Derek just barely tolerates Stiles. The real queerbaiting was the writers being to scared to confirm that Stiles was Bi because it's ridiculous how many scenes pointed to that, especially in seasons 1-3 smh)

I might take about more later but it's bedtime!!!

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 7 months

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have you read ACOTAR? and who is your favorite and least favorite? would love to hear your thoughts about it. And did you enjoy Rule of Wolves?

I did! I read up to ACOWAR, a friend of mine was really into them and made me promise to read the first two before the third came out so we could read it together. so this was before they were pretty inescapable in the book sphere so I managed to go in without any spoilers! unfortunately the books really were not for me tbh

I feel like they’re strongly romance first plot second books and I just wasn’t really into the relationships. I thought the first book was a passable BATB retelling but I don’t like BATB very much in the first place and then the pacing in this was just… bizarre. Like lmaoo that one chapter long info dump of doom before she goes under the mountain??

Then from the second book on it was very relationships and romance first, plot second. And I like plot too much lol. What plot did exist was also like random mcguffin quests and then REALLY BAD politics. I’m too much of a nerd about historical warfare to be able to take any of it serious.

That being said I did like some of the earlier stuff where it’s clearly a fairy tale but just kind of grittier and gorier than most retellings get. And I liked the focus on Feyre’s trauma after the trials and how she and Tamlin grew apart after that and seemed to cope in entirely incompatible ways.

By ACOWAR though everything just felt too fluffy and indulgent, like it was fanfic of itself? Idk I did not enjoy that one at all so I have not continued the series. Though I’ve heard very mixed things about ACOSF that do make me kind of curious.

My favorite character was probably Lucien and then circa book one Rhysand. I did NOT enjoy him later once he starts getting a reputation overhaul in ACOMAF. I think he worked well as a minor antagonist who inexplicably goes out of his way every so often to help or at least not be the worst. And the power dynamics between him and Amarantha were really interesting to me. But once he’s like cleaned up to be the love interest, I feel like he’s framed as entirely without any flaws in a way that grates on me. And his entire woe is me schtick about having a bad reputation that he’s also like… going out of his way to maintain lol. So he’s… also my least favorite? The rest of the cast I’m mostly lukewarm about.

And hmmm well I thought RoW was fun? I think overall it was less cohesive than KoS but also I did personally enjoy it more. The Alina cameo made me very mad agdhdgd but also the Darkling POV pretty much single handedly justified the entire duology’s existence. (Even though I very much am against bringing him back at all!) I also liked him going to Tree Hell lmao and his entire like very grudging redemption. I think it’s so funny that circumstances essentially presented a situation where his superiority complex is actually useful. Like “oh clearly EYE, the main character of the universe, must to go to tree hell because WHO ELSE could possibly do it??”

Also also the single most memorable moment *for me* as an angst enjoyer was probably this Zoyalai bit because I love to see Nikolai suffer

So yeah generally I had a good time? But also I think it felt a little half baked.

#book talk #i ramble sometimes #all the bendy punctuations #a mysterious stranger has appeared #grishaverse #acotar

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static-radio-ao3 · 5 days

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hello my most beloved mil<33

one thing i want to know about you is how much do you love me??

but also, what are your top 5 favorite comfort movies, pls and ty 👐

hi kayyyyy <33 ty for indulging me

for your first question, i actually don't think the measurements have been invented yet so i'm currently unable to quantify that for you but trust that it is being worked on by leading scientists worldwide!!!

as for top 5 comfort movies:

pitch perfect,, i am one of the top 10 worst people to watch this movie with, i WILL quote the entire thing and also sing despite my lack of vocal talent

pride and prejudice (2005)

flipped

(getting a little niche with it now but) there's this german movie series about time travel (so technically not a single movie but im counting it as one anyway) ruby red, sapphire blue and emerald green and they're quite bad but also . so so good.... my sister has them all on dvd and the third one doesn't have english subtitles but my knowledge of german is passable and I've seen it enough times that i can just . follow along

EDIT: PENELOPE!!!! PENELOPE!!! CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT

> inbox me one thing you wanna know about me

#objectively most of these movies arent very good #but i dont need movies to be good to be fun #and i like to shut off my thinking brain #ask game

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silver-wield · 8 months

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Based from your former posts like super random old ones I guess you have watched shounen genre harems like code Geass. When you're aware of the tropes it's easy to shrug off what happened in between to just fan service or not. I guess I'm just bringing up people being adamant about cloud's reaction to aerith's dress. At least the favorable ones. I know of the real meaning of it, that he's confused, I watched Yamazaki about it and even he was surprised at the final production. I trust his reaction because it seems to me he didn't get "act all mesmerized to her dress" as a stage direction. But rather act confused would be more accurate. But that's not where I'm getting at. I'm getting at the parts in shounen harem or not harem really, where lets say the third party can go and kiss you and all that. Mc's going to blush, panic, or any reaction. This is technically romantic in the atmosphere. But does that mean it properly does that effect? Is he in love? Are these third party really doing anything? No. I could literally just compile kissing scenes from the third parties or any other reaction and then place in the part where the Mc straight on rejects the same girl like nothing happened. Like he never blushed, nothing, its cold. And so when I see defenders on reddit , twitter , or I don't know anymore saying that's supposed to be romantic! Any scene with her really. I just think of this phenomenon in Japanese media for boys and just smh that sure go ahead have deep thoughts on a fan service but it doesn't really mean anything. You could look at most mc in shounen for example ikki from air gear, he'd be putting himself out there in compromising positions with girls and they get a reaction out of him. Does that mean he has feelings/attracted to them? Nah, unless it's explicitly being showed , sayed, developed , wtvr actually substantial like it's supposed to be convincing okay? And not like your counting what is possibly counted / passably romantic because that's desperation (pssh like with aerith scenes). Just to push it out there as well, anybody thinking ff7 is inspired from shoujo tropes don't get FF is a male demographic game. If they do then they're probably doing that for a reason (perhaps to send of the illusion/ confusion part? Wink wink). One day you'll be seeing me out there putting out collage of the stuff I just mentioned and make people get it. Uncultured swines lmfao.

I've watched it a bit 🤣

Yeah, that whole red dress thing is one giant bit of fanservice. It's an optional result from the player's efforts. If it was canon you'd get the red dress no matter what you did, and there'd be links to it once the scene is over. Instead Cloud has the same line about Johnny and never pays any attention to Aerith no matter what she looks like. You'd think he'd be more attentive to her if he suddenly fell in love or whatever, but he's more focused on saving Tifa, and so is Aerith.

Aerith is dressed to impress Corneo. That's literally what the dress is for.

Cloud is literally confused and doesn't recognise Aerith in the red dress scene.

It's no different to when she offered a date. He just doesn't get it. Every time she tries to throw herself at him in any capacity he just doesn't understand what she's after.

And again in her resolution, he's confused. That's his emotional state around her. He doesn't understand what she's on about or why she says and does things towards him. And it's not him being oblivious about women. He's not a moron. He gets that Jessie is throwing herself at him and calls her desperate, so he's not some snow white pure innocent lamb. He understands he's attractive and women like him, he's just not interested in anyone but Tifa, and remains oblivious of her feelings because like him, she's buried them super deep in case it ruins their friendship. And he's under alien control but that's a whole other thing 🤣

And yeah, Yamazaki also confirmed Cloud was confused during the scene and in pretty much every other scene that Cloud appears with Aerith. He also scolded Cloud for being mean in scenes with Aerith. He said they're like siblings and Aerith annoys Cloud on purpose like a sister does to a brother.

If the mocap and the vas and the devs and everybody involved is telling you something then people should just shut up and accept it as a fact 🤷

#ship war #for the plot

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