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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.

You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.

What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world.

Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner.

So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.

Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!

“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.

Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”

You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?” You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.

“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.

“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.

Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face.

You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”

“We’ll see about that.~”

The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.

He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.

You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.

Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”

It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.

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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @inkybloom-luv, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x gn reader #sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da 'zul~#you cannot tell me that he wouldn't wear a frilly apron; he's a nerd you know he would #would it even be called snakes and ladders in twst? ... eels and ladders???#idk but it would be funny if azul was silently cursing out the tweels #also; idk if you remember your ask BUT you did in fact request the same 3 people as last time ^v^ that was also a part of why i tagged you #- in the vil drabble. i diagnose you with azul trey and vil brain rot #this is technically a bonus drabble #scheduled post since idk if i'll be busy or not #hope you enjoy auburn; and thank you for supporting the soul match au in it's infancy ^v^

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

kim sunwoo x gn!reader

0.8k words, fluff, one swear word?

a/n: jesus take the wheel omg pls go into tags

Eric yawned as he stepped out of his room and into the main living space of his and Kim Sunwoo's shared apartment. He stopped short, eyes blinking away sleep, as his vision cleared to see you seated on the couch, nose buried in a book. Seeing you in the apartment was not a strange case since you were Sunwoo's partner, but the strange thing was what you were wearing. Eric noticed it immediately as Sunwoo's prized gray hoodie, the material practically swallowing you up.

Eric's eyes widened, even as he stepped into the room in a confused daze.

You sensed his presence and glanced up. "'Sup Eric."

He mumbled a greeting, "Hey…" He slowly made his way over to the single armchair adjacent to you, head cocked and eyes still pinned to the sweatshirt. It was just so…

"Uhm Eric?"

"Mhm?"

You chuckled, marking your book and letting it lay in your lap. "Is there something wrong?"

Eric shook his head, sitting up properly. "Oh," he stammered, "nothing, just… is that Sunwoo's hoodie?"

You pinched the material in your hands and snapped it against you. "This? Yeah, he just kind of threw it at my face on his way out to get stuff from the store."

Eric's eyes shot wide open again. "He just—gave it to you?"

"Yeah, is that supposed to be weird, dude?"

"Dude." He rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, his palms slapping against his thighs as they came back down. "He gave you his hoodie. That's practically a proposal in Sunwoo's language."

His comment made you flush and you shrunk down beneath the collar of the hoodie like you were hiding the smile crawling onto your face. "You're being dramatic; it's not that deep," you said, even though your heart had skipped a beat at the thought of Sunwoo feeling so strongly about you. You'd known that his hoodie was a prized possession, but you hadn't wanted to over think it earlier when he literally just chucked it at you and said to "wear it if you want".

Of course you were gonna wear it. What kind of fool would you be if you didn't take the opportunity?

Eric huffed. He stood up from his seat to head into the kitchen to no doubt make himself ramen. "Fine, okay! If you don't trust me, just ask him yourself."

It was a little less than half an hour later that the front door to the apartment opened, revealing Sunwoo and his couple bags of groceries. Eric had retreated back into his room by now, but you had resumed reading your book in the comfort of Sunwoo's hoodie. (Because it wasn't as big a deal as Eric was making it, right? Right. Totally.)

His dark hair, slightly wavy from his last perm a while ago, hung in his eyes, his pink lips pouty as he dragged the bags into the kitchen and onto the counter. "Baaaaabe! Yn-ie, are you still here?"

You snorted. "Why would I be gone, dumbass?"

He came in with his head ducked, checking his phone, slippers shuffling against the floor. "Dunno. Maybe you forgot you had work or something."

"You didn't see my shoes by the door?" You asked, a smirk curling at your lips.

Sunwoo's mouth broke into a smile, then he finally glanced up.

Sometimes, he wondered how you could look so perfect just sitting there like that in his clothes. For a second, he let himself snap about five hundred mental screenshots of you in his hoodie—but just for good measure...

Click!

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

Click! Click! Click—! (He really should've had his volume off, huh.)

Sunwoo pursed his lips with a sheepish laugh as he walked over and crashed onto the cushion next to you. "No, I took like, ten."

You feigned a gasp, diving for his phone. "Aye! I better look good in those or you're trashing all of them!"

He yelled when your fingers grazed over the screen, and he stretched his arm out as far away as possible, even as you climbed over him to grab it. "Yah! No, they're mine now! You can't take them away from me!"

"They are literally my face, Kim Sunwoo!"

Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you and hugged you firmly to him to stop you from squirming anymore. "You look good; I promise," he lamented. You were now positioned sideways on his lap, loosely hugging his upper body while he snuggled into your lower half. "I couldn't help myself seeing you wear this."

You let out a breathy little laugh, cheek pressed against the top of his head and your fingers playing with his hair. "You gave it to me."

"I know."

"Eric said it's important to you."

"You're important to me."

Your heart stuttered at that comment and you couldn't quite find the right words to say, all of a sudden. "Well," you said softly, quietly. "You're very important to me, too, Sunwoo."

tbz m.list

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punkascas · 3 months

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okay, so i don't want to, like, Start Something or whatever so we're doing a barely-tagged, separate post. i also realise this is mostly pointless because others have already said what i'm going to say, and did it better, with far more grace, and sound less like an asshole than i do.

but jesus louise helen christ, the weird fucked up ideas people have around abuse and personal responsibility and the effect of trauma. like as an abuse and csa survivor, it genuinely alarms me to read posts that use arguments i remember my dad making. like, i'm assuming most of this rhetoric comes from gen z — maybe that's inaccurate; maybe that's unfair. but right now i'm very much Having A Moment Here that the kids aren't alright.

no 22-year-old should be repeating the same awful, manipulative, logically and morally bankrupt justifications for violence and torture my dad says. like literally what's in the first two episodes of ofmd s2 is torture.

i love ed; he's an amazing character. taika is hella wowza top marks acting him. but like.

like.

torture, my dude. physical and psychological. trauma. harassment. that we see the lasting effects of through s2.

just. i. what??

so here we go, okay. have too many, zealously highlighted screenshots so i can dig into details.

cut to save your dashes. content warning for discussions of abuse and trauma (if that wasn't obvious), as well as spoilers for ofmd s2.

re: ed knew what he was doing was wrong and felt guilty about it at the time:

we have no on-screen, textual examples of this. not in the dialogue; not in the acting; not in the blocking; not in the cinematography or music. nothing.

knowing the crew are overworked and kind of traumatised by all the violence, ed bribes them with cake. because, as we know, cake like tea fixes everything. only ed wasn't even with them to share in the eating of the cake. he made izzy responsible for that. he doesn't give the crew a break; he doesn't choose less ethically-fraught prizes to hunt. there is not one scene of ed talking directly to the crew — until he points a gun at each of them.

we see ed crying (and drinking, and rhino horn-ing [way to help further extinction, man]) but it's always paired with shots or flashbacks that reference stede. ed is still all up in his feelings about stede, and ed confirms this when he tells frenchie the myth about albatrosses never needing to return to land. ed cannot go back, does not want to go back, because he was rejected. (like, stede is literally landed gentry, come on!) all he wants to do instead is stay at sea committing to this unhinged version of unstable, sadistic piracy.

but okay, okay. say we ignore all of that. let's say ed does feel sorry and guilty and ashamed of his actions. he knows what he's doing is wrong and unfair and cruel. that it's harming others. that it's particularly harming the dude that ed has, for better or worse, basically spent his life with (izzy; i mean izzy). ed… still continues to do the things! how far off are we at this point from the definition of malicious? you know action x hurts person b and then you do it anyway. is that honestly a better, happier, more ethically defensible reading of the character?

re: the crew didn't mutiny because they love ed despite his violent, sadistic actions.

mutinies were a thing, yes. but both historically and in the world rules established by the show, mutiny is disincentivised through threats, distraction via extra work, and corporeal punishment. we see both ed and izzy use all three of these to try to prevent the crew from disobeying orders. they didn't wait until the storm and izzy shooting ed to mutiny because they understood or sympathised with ed; they took the chance to kill him then because that was the first real opportunity they'd had. the reward finally out-weighed the risk given that ed was going to kill them all that night anyway.

again, we have no scenes, no dialogue, no visual or audio cues to tell us that the crew understands or loves ed — excluding izzy, obviously. fang could also be on that list, if you take into account his personality and his behaviour both in s1 and later in s2 in the fishing boat scene. but in the first two episodes, we only see the crew show trauma responses around ed. they talk about him but almost never to him. and when they do have a direct conversation with ed, it is either confrontation or head down, submissive, "of course, blackbeard; anything you say" placating. i'm so baffled where the show points to any sign of love from the crew towards ed before his "death".

re: ed can't be held responsible because he was suicidal.

uhm. no. hard no. a harder no than stede's brazilian cherry wood mast. fucked up people do fucked up things but part of being an adult is owning your fucked-upped-ness and not fucking up others while you work on unfucking yourself. children, children are not fully responsible for the impact of their actions on others when they're deep in their feelings, especially if they're feeling their feelings as a trauma response. this is because literally their brain cannot do that kind of control. it doesn't have that software pack installed yet. ed does have all the adult updates installed, even if he isn't running them at that moment. he has no right to take out his feelings on other people: to maim them, to psychologically torture them, to abuse them, to work them to exhaustion. to kill them. he does not get a free pass to do suicide by abused employees. (like suicide by cop but more indirect and passive and harmful.) talk about passive aggressive.

secondly, ed is not just passively suicidal and happy to find new risks that might end his life. he is very purposefully taking izzy with him (see: literally removing the bits of izzy that would help let him walk away from ed; the fact that ed becomes actively suicidal only once he thinks izzy is dead; the whole keeping izzy's corpse in front of his and stede's beach shack i mean inn — the codependence, she runs deep). ed is also putting the crew through the same risks, the same isolation, the same danger. both stede and izzy agreed that ed had gone full scorched earth policy. you don't get forgiven for the murder part of a murder-suicide pact just because of the suicide part. not to mention that no one (once again, you could potentially argue izzy as an exception) was good on a murder-suicide pact with blackbeard.

and then to say the crew felt guilty? i assume i'm misreading that. the crew. felt guilty. for ed's actions. that is, if not victim blaming and if not darvo, a very close inbred cousin of them. like hapsburg jaw inbred close.

re: ed healing and his view of himself as a monster.

to heal means, in part, to accept responsibility for the harm you've caused, whether it was intentional or not. it means making amends. it means building or rebuilding relationships where possible. it means putting the other person or persons' feelings and boundaries and need for safety above your desire for absolution or forgiveness. it means working through your own guilt and shame and anger (or whatever drove you to act the way you did) in a separate space, not with the people you hurt, but someone who can be a step removed, more impersonal and objective to help you reflect and face hard truths as needed. i say this as both someone involved in activism and community reparations and as an abuse survivor who has done nearly 30 years of therapy learning this in order to not hurt people. it's not ed's fault he's fucked up just like it isn't my fault i am. but it is on me, like it is on anyone, to make sure i limited as much as possible the harm i can cause to others because i learned some awful but very effective tricks at a young age to survive.

ed does not really do any of the above. he doesn't say "sorry". he speaks in generalised language. he complains about the cat bell (which he seems to wear only for one day, given the implied timeline with lucius and pete's engagement). i have a model ship on a stand that says "this is a safe space ship" as a joke because i work for the government and have written press releases that sound just like ed's "apology". where you take no responsibility and encourage "the culture" to move on.

so, really, my question becomes: ed sees himself as a monster. in s1, we had enough balance between ed's current actions and his referenced past actions to see this belief as likely untrue. in s2 though — i mean, is it? is that an unfair or inaccurate belief? i can understand how carrying that belief can get in the way of ed's growth and eventual healing but like. from an outside perspective of ed-the-fictional-character. he's not a "good" person. he's capable of and has done and continued to do horrible, cruel things. ethically, can you argue with that statement about him?

re: ed trying to destroy relationships because of his self-worth issues and instead the consequences of his actions proving that he's loved.

this is the point that made me go: right, no, i need to respond. i need to say my piece about this. izzy and the crew suffering ed's violent tyranny and then sticking around on the revenge anyway afterwards is not a sign of love. it is not showing love to bear pain for someone. it not showing love to let someone mistreat you, threaten you, hurt you, maim you. their actions are selfish and done to give them feelings of power and control over you. lying back and thinking of england to get through it is not love. it is absolutely a survival technique. but it is not love when you do it at the expense of yourself or others.

i also disagree that ed was trying to push people away or break his relationships with others. we know from s1 that ed is fairly blasé about whether crew members die. again, we don't see any friendly or intimate exchanges between ed and any of the crew to imply any kind of relationship there beyond "tools who accomplish ed's goals". the one exception, as always, is izzy. and as previously stated, ed seems bound and determined, in a very conscious way, to bring izzy into death with him. ed does everything in his power to make izzy want to kill ed, or at least agree that it's best if ed dies, and to want to kill himself so ed doesn't have to die alone. that isn't ed breaking that relationship; it's making it permanent in a really fucked up shakespearian way. the only relationship we see ed waffle between wanting to keep and wanting to push away is stede. after his corporate "apology" and the fishing trip with fang, all of ed's dialogue is with stede and a little bit with zheng until izzy's death scene. the crew loving ed just isn't a thing, at least not one we're shown. not from either side. ed's relationships are with stede and kind of, sort of with izzy (because he does manage to, if not fully break, do some major damage to that).

love did not save ed. ed wanting to live, because stede came back, because he didn't want to jump off hornigold's cliff in the first place, saved ed. izzy saved everyone else.

so yeah: that's it; that's the post. the rhetoric that abuse is love or that abuse can be "cured" with love or that trauma isn't lasting and serious and has impacts on people's daily lives is just. wild. wild.

and terrifying.

my dad was born in the 40s. why is anyone born in the 80s or later still defending this mindset? it honestly, truly freaks me out.

guess it's good i have a fucking therapy appointment on monday.

#ofmd critical #ptsd problems

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hyuuukais · 9 months

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing, mention of anxiety, food mention, joke abt being delulu

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

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☆ mostly written chapter, 4 screenshots ☆

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ☆ DATE NIGHT

"Close your eyes, we're getting close."

You did as Felix said, closing your eyes quickly in excitement. He hadn't told you much up to this point, and you eagerly awaited the reveal to the date. You could feel him parking the car, hearing lots of voices outside the vehicle.

So many questions and scenarios swirled in your head, but it wasn't overwhelming or anxiety inducing in the slightest. Not when it's with Lix. You only felt safe with him.

Felix emerged, quickly going over to your side to open your door. He grabs your hands, careful to help you out, and leads you closer to the noise. It was a mixture of people talking loudly, various beeping noises, and other things you couldn't quite place.

"Okay," He inhaled deeply, standing at your side, still holding one of your hands tightly. "Open them."

To say you were speechless was an understatement.

"The fair?!" You turned to him, barely containing a squeal, holding your clapsed hands up excitedly. "Lix, oh my god! I wanted to go so bad, but Kai said he was working the whole weekend so he couldn't come with. Plus in between streaming..."

You stopped talking when he put his free hand on your shoulder. He was smiling so wide, relishing in your happiness, eyes turning into crescents.

"No work talk tonight! Only fun! Not that our job isn't fun," The two of you laugh. "We are going to win so many prizes and eat so much delicious fair food and go on all the rides. See that stuffed bear?"

Over by a game booth near the middle was the bear he pointed at. It was a huge pastel pink bear with a strawberry embroidered into each of it's paws. The bear screamed Y/N.

"I'm going to win that for you." You looked back at him, his eyes softly looking at the bear, a small smile on his face. Colourful lights lit up his face, and you couldn't help but stare.

"C'mon," You tugged at his arm, breaking your eyes away forcefully. "Let's go!"

After what seemed like hours, you both collapsed on a bench outside the fair. Your feet were sore and your head hurt a bit from all the flashing lights, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way your cheeks hurt because you couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop laughing, the way you felt lightheaded simply by being near the boy next to you. What mattered was the way his eyes watched you when you jumped up and down happily after winning a game, or his blissful expression after taking a bite of the overpriced fair food.

What mattered was that the two of you were together. Fake relationship or not, he made you happy. He washed all the bad thoughts away, even if only for one night.

Hugging the giant bear, you stared at Felix's profile, moonlight accentuating his features. Freckles like stardust, eyelashes fluttered closed in satisfaction. If anyone was the embodiment of pure heart, it was Lee Felix.

Something took over you and you lean over to him, lightly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He startles a bit, looking over to you shyly, a rosh blush dusting his cheeks.

"Sorry." You giggle. "You just looked so peaceful."

"Dont be sorry, I just wasn't expecting it." He fiddles with his rings, smiling at the bench between you.

"Thank you for tonight," You can't help the sudden emotion in your voice. "It was amazing."

"Oh, the night isn't over quite yet."

"Let me gooooo!" You laugh, hands gripping onto Felix's arms around your waist, the only thing holding you from running inside the house.

All the others were kicked out for the night, leaving just you and Felix in the spacious home. You hadn't been over in a while, but it still felt familiar. Through the window into the living room, you could just barely spot string lights.

"Did you get the package I sent?" He asked, unlocking the door.

"Yes," You turn a bit to show him your backpack. "I packed a few things for tonight, just in case, including the pajamas. Very cute, by the way!"

He smiled softly as you entered, making a beeline to the bathroom to change. You only stopped briefly to put down your bear.

In the brief moments you were gone, Felix scrambled to get changed himself. He wore pajamas matching your own, and when you saw, you couldn't help but break into the biggest grin.

"Awwww, Lixie!" You ran up to him from behind, attacking him with a hug.

When you detached, you noticed what it was he was hiding. Instead of the sofa, there was an elaborately made fort of pillows and blankets, some furniture moved around to help support it. Around it and inside were the string lights you spotted, plush blankets lining the ground. You also noticed Felix had moved your strawberry bear inside, sitting against a mountain of pillows and facing an open laptop.

Your mouth hung open. He'd done all of this... for you?

"Do..." He blushed, looking at your reaction carefully. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" You blurted, then exhaled a laugh. "Lix, I love it. This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me on a date- especially a first date."

He watched as you jumped inside, curling up under the blankets and laying on the bears chest. Felix didn't join immediately, too enthralled by you. That is, until he noticed the grabby hands you were making at him, silently asking him to join.

He laid down next to you, closing the opening of the fort and awakening his laptop to start the movie he had planned. He had a marathon lined up of various romcoms he heard you talking about, mixed with ones you mentioned wanting to see.

Being curled up between a giant plush bear and your own personal human heater with your comfort movies in the background made you very drowsy. As if he could sense your eyes fluttering closed, Felix gently laid your head onto his chest, wrapping an arm around you.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you drifted to sleep.

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hellsite-detective · 3 months

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Could you find this post? I found the screenshot on the Tasting History server

is this a post case which i see before me, the request upon my desk? come, let me clutch thee...

but alas, this post proved simple for me to track down. as simple as plunging thy blade deep within the heart of any monarch. i set upon my duty, to seek out my own prize from the Don, Thane of Google. they sat there upon their usual throne, indulging in revelry that bore them riches greater than any average man could hope to achieve. like the mighty Birnam Wood approaching Dunsinane Hill, i approached the Thane. they bore down on me with inauspicious gaze, and thus i felt a tinge of fear for the interaction to come...

"Sit, Lady Detective." they said in reverberant voice which resounded throughout the chamber. upon my brow sweat formed, giving way to the consternation within me.

my Thane, i come bearing a request. i search for a post regarding the Scottish Play in relation to the Kingdom of Tumblr. may i be honored with your aid?

the Thane glared at me with expression dissolute. with a wave of their hand, a fool did enter carrying a small box of oaken construct. inside was thy post which i had sought. their majesty gifted most graciously this parchment. i bowed with deep gratitude and took my leave. such was the point in which i was approached by three Wëird Sisters, but alas, a tale for another time...

i deliver upon you thy request of this parchment! i believed this case would have been solved hereafter, as tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace. but none of woman born could keep me from this case. i bring thy desired conclusion. i bid thee farewell, and a good morrow.

Post Case: Concluded

Flourish. All exit.

#i really hope people like this #it took so long to do omg #like this quite literally took me two days to type oops #macbeth #william shakespeare #baby it's cold outside #ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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vicsy · 10 months

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in the light of recent breakdown (Fernando taking photos of Lance like they're married), here's a tiny ficlet, ~ 970 words that I wrote in a spiral ✨

It's always more endearing than annoying.

Lance almost knocks the phone out of his hand. Fernando barely avoids it, laughing openly, bumping his shoulder against Lance's, his face all scrunched up, feigning faux irritation. He still breaks out in a smile, no heat behind his eyes, and Fernando makes sure not to have this touch linger. Too many people around, he can't help it.

But he opens his camera roll, following further into the air-conditioned hospitality, Lance just ahead of him and on the screen of his phone, a fresh batch of oblique photos he'd never post; Fernando caught his profile and the back of his neck.

He tries not to think that the bite mark there faded already.

Lance would give him grief later, after they get through practice and share some dinner, perhaps when they finally pass the threshold of the hotel room that doesn't really belong to just one of them. There is something about Lance and being photographed that Fernando doesn't get but he stares at the screen and–

It reminds him of two days ago, eight am always too early for Lance to function, so he shoved back at the phone in Fernando's hand, whining and turning the photo blurry, but Lance still gave him that lopsided smile, all sleepy, with pillow creases across his face. They slept in despite obligations, despite Fernando remaining fully awake and simply breathing in time with Lance, content and warm, the race week yet to begin, and no bothersome cameras around.

And then it reminds Fernando of a photo he took the weekend after Chloe's wedding, in the private comfort of just the two of them, dining at the secluded restaurant overlooking the shore. Lance sitting in front of him, a plate of half-finished duck pappardelle forgotten in favor of leveling him with an impish look, fondness written brazenly all over his face where a sunbeam kisses his cheek. In the soft, orange light of the Italian sunset, Fernando let his heart crack open and feel.

There's even a bigger secret than the ones Red Bull has, a folder locked under an insane password on Fernando's phone, the prized collection of moments that spark a fire under his skin and in his memory when Lance is too far away but on the screen, they're joined together, even if the lighting is wrong and the angle askew. Supple skin under Fernando's palm, pearly-white droplets on Lance's stomach, an angry red mark on his asscheek; bruises on his pale neck and Lance's kiss-swollen lips; him staring up tearily with those big, brown eyes, so nicely from his knees and his lips wrapped snugly around Fernando's cock.

All that, in the palm of his hand.

But if Fernando scrolls up to the beginning, a lonely photo of them together under the stale, fluorescent lights of the Aston Martin meeting room, Mike standing in the middle, unsmiling. It just reminds him of what he's no longer missing; that unadulterated gratification replaced the hollowness that followed him around since Ferrari and the day the title slipped through his fingers. That Fernando is no longer racing against time, trying to outrun something but rather racing ahead, bolder than ever, and the rearview only blinds him.

Something gave way inside of him. Fernando should blame Lance entirely for it but–

He's got one photo saved, one that Jimmy sent him the day after Monaco, saying he might like it. Sometimes Fernando loses it on the myriad of screenshots, pictures of flowers and views and family; of Lance, no matter how much he protests, when they don't have to pretend or hide. And it's Lance, in that sole photo, watching him lift a trophy on the podium, his hand splayed over his chest, pressed firmly to where his heart beats, an awestricken expression painted on the side of his face that Fernando can see.

Lance probably has no idea the photo exists. Fernando keeps it secret in the fragility of a bubble they created. He'll claw and tear for it never to burst, holding himself back from what he longs for in the secrecy of his own mind. Loss is a petrifying thing and Fernando knows it close, like an old friend. So he holds on to the photos for they are his, his, and like Lance once whispered into a feverish kiss, I'm yours, yours.

And his hands, they are still heavy with a burden that never seizes but, still, Fernando squeezes the steering wheel and finds the strength to drag himself over the finish line high enough to have his arms strain under a weight of a trophy; turns on the camera of his phone to show what he can't put into words, to hold dearly in his hands the snapshots of someone who found a key to the lock Fernando believed to be destroyed with rust.

There is victory and joy, other things he can't bring himself to name but Lance's name is written all over them. Other times there's anger and resentment, old and wretched like a house that burned down, and Fernando balls his hands into fists when abhorrence seeps through him as if from a broken vase but–

A tentative touch to his knuckles, then to his shoulder; a peace offering in a form of a smile, a pliant body, a flutter of moans and hushed whispers. And all seems to dissipate.

This is when Fernando remembers.

He used to think it was the entire world that had to fit in the palm of his hand, so he could carry it around in his pocket, be a perpetual winner, a loner with means to an end but it always gets lonely at the top. Fernando has no use for it all anymore.

Now that he holds Lance in his arms instead.

#genuinely sorry for this but i had this idea about Nando collecting photos of Lance #and it turned into this because #I am forever sappy and I KNOW they are deranged for each other #there is so much hidden underneath #it's about giving yourself away and letting yourself trust #it's in the little things that help you realize stuff #even if you are a 41 year old war criminal #strollonso #alonstroll #lancenando #fernando/lance #vicsy writes #fernando alonso #lance stroll #f1 rpf

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usertiff · 6 months

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the worst part about disability and struggling, is that the struggle just seems to continue, and honestly? get worse and worse. so yes, i know, like, "hey, it's me again! needing help..." but as my wait for disability/SSI continues, the harder and harder it is getting to survive. i'm on the verge of losing my home and my car (that transports me to health appointments and my partner to work). like many others in america, they took away our food stamps. to make things harder, as you may know, my mom has recently had 2 heart attacks and 3 different surgeries, which has only increased my struggle by tenfold, because instead of paying certain bills, we had to use our very limited income to pay for gas to get back and forth from the city hospital (3hrs away) multiple times, bandaging and other medical expenses her insurance doesn't cover, and things of the like.

being disabled is catching up to me, being the caretaker for my disabled mom is catching up to me. i'm so far behind it's absolutely terrifying. under the cut you can find my more important bills and a breakdown of things i need.

i know that life is really hard for everyone right now, everything is so expensive and assistive programs are so depleted, so i definitely want to offer what i can for any help received. this idea was 100% inspired by lomapacks, and i did ask permission to use it before doing this! so here we go.

how much do i need? basically i'm $2,291.11 behind in bills, plus have literally nothing for food or gas, which if we add it up for a month or so would then be like almost $3k.

how does the raffle work? for every dollar spent commissioning, you will earn an entry! for every dollar donated of good will, you will earn 3 entries! example, if you order $15 worth of gifs (150 gifs), you will have 15 entries! if you donate $15, you will have 45 entries! (or if you donate $1 = 3 entries, $3 = 6 entries, etc)

what are the prizes?

first place: 1500 gifs, 5 manips of your choosing, 1 crackship gifset

second place: 1000 gifs, 3 manips, 1 crackship gifset

third place: 500 gifs, 2 manips, 1 crackship gifset

every single person that commissions or donates gets: 1 manip

when will the raffle end? the raffle will continue until i've reached the massive goal, so it really depends on how quickly i can climb out of this financial grave! i'm hoping that it can be as quickly as possible!

what do you do to join? you can find my payment info below to donate or commission. if you plan to commission, please message me first so we can sort out what it's for/how much! then, please fill out the form in the source link when payment is completed. :)

when will everything be delivered? commissions will be completed in the order they were received, and delivered as soon as i can possibly get them done. once the raffle ends, the raffle prizes will be delivered upon your request for them and completed as soon as possible! i will try to deliver the manips for everyone same-day!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, FOR SHARING, FOR BEING KIND, AND FOR GIVING ME ANY TIME OF DAY.

payment information:

kofi! https://ko-fi.com/tiffanyvalentine

paypal! [email protected]

venmo! oraclelauren

cashapp! $selinaaakyle

amazon wishlist! https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/259VCVX9R5LCS?ref_=wl_share

so, here are screenshots of the most important bills i'm behind on.

RENT (update is the top screenshot, i have late fees)

CAR PAYMENT

UTILITIES (2 mo overdue, power will be shut off soon) PAID!!!!!!!!!!

other important things i don't have screenshots of:

some things are on my amazon wishlist like my cats special food.

FOOD: we have no food stamps. the need for food money will not necessarily end. food banks only provide so much.

car maintenance: overdue for oil change and the brakes are squeaking badly (oil change is like $50 around here plus brakes idk maybe $80?)

gas: to transport myself to health appointments and my wife to work.

#please share if you can!#i appreciate everyone #raffle 2023

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sl-ut · 1 year

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college!abby has a polaroid of reader in lingerie in her wallet ? ❤️‍🩹

more college!abby

this goes without question

i feel like she would love taking photos of y/n at all times. she would be taking candids of her while she was doing literally anything, screenshotting ugly snaps that she would get throughout the day, and you better bet your sweet asses she's gonna love taking pictures of her girl every time she breaks out the lace. with consent, of course.

she can also appreciate the time, effort, and art that y/n will put into the photos that she sends. they're always lit perfectly, and she poses to accentuate her best assets beneath the lace. when abby's had a particularly long day of practices and training or both of them were simply too busy to spend much time together, y/n will pull one out of the vault and send it to abby totally unprompted, adding a sweet little miss you xx.

while she loves these photos digitally, she would definitely find some kind of sentiment in the idea of having one of them as an actual photograph. the rich bitch literally just walks into walmart one day and buys a polaroid printer as if she has no student debt (which, in comparison to others, she really doesn't) and immediately prints out her favourite of the pictures.

the picture is one that she had received while she was at practice; y/n was practically nude, only covered by the thin, lacy panties that truly exposed everything underneath, while her top half was covered by abby's prized jersey, the hem tucked underneath the underwire of her bra to expose the pudge of her belly. y/n's body had been perched on top of abby's bed while she took the photo through the large mirror directly across from her. abby literally choked upon seeing it, and rushed home to see what would be waiting for her.

she prints it out and eagerly stuffs it into her wallet alongside another more appropriate one, and likes to take it out for a quick glance whenever she missed her girl too much. of course, she could always just look at her phone, but abby always likes how old fashioned it feels to keep a physical photo of y/n on her at all times, and she would guard it with her life.

though, she did love the opportunity to brag that one time when she asked manny to grab her license for her out of her wallet and he ended up finding it. he whistled at the sight, mumbling something in spanish that she didn't quite understand, and winced at she punched him square in the shoulder. she had scowled at him, taking the picture and stuffing it back inside, and smirking to herself as she taunted him for never having a chance with a girl like hers.

#abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #college!abby anderson x reader #college!abby anderson

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blood-mocha-latte · 2 months

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CHAT LUZTOYE PLEASE

HELL YES! i'm SO sorry it took me a forever to get to this <3

so i have a web weave floating around here somewhere that has this as a part of it because well. it's Me. but LOOK at this shit okay

i mean i'm. i'm just. oh my god-

firstly, y'all would not Believe what i sacrificed to get these screenshots and cropping Just Right. literally my sanity is gone. but it's worth it because this gives me Thoughts and now i will express them!

the PARALLELS with this are so Ripe with opportunity for me PERSONALLY because these two scenes seem like the antithesis of each other, in every way. the start of a journey versus the end of one. BUT they hold the same exact light in two Very Important regards.

first off, both the 'just get me a drink' scene and the Fucking Devastating scene both are the End. different in every way; warm v cold, close together v far apart, everything is so so different and everything is absolutely the same: cold and white. the only thing that ever stays the same is that everything changes.

with the first scene and luztoye, for me it's mostly about what's ahead. there's a reason that it's THEE headcanon, okay, and that's because it has so much opportunity. anything can be between these two, anything can happen, anything can have already happened.

and the second thing? the opposite and the same exact thing.

the whole Part of The Breaking Point is that everything is a standstill. everyone is dying, and everything is cold, and nothing ever changes and everything is different in the blink of an eye. this IS the end of the line for luztoye. it's over.

BUT it's the same to the scene in episode one in one important regard.

it's the beginning of something else.

because this is where, to me, at least, the Magic of luztoye is. what happens After. it's about the story, sure, but the destination is always a factor.

i have written roughly 192,456 words of post-war luztoye at this time (*typing from straight jacket*), and it's the most fascinating thing.

how do these two interact After the war, in juxtapose to how they did Before? everything is so different; so much has changed from the first photos to the second. what's the end of it. what's the After.

i hope this makes sense! i feel like it doesn't, but that is very on par for my entire life <3. i just have. feelings. many of them.

anyways. if you have made it to the end of this, congratulations!! have some grainy Hand screenshots as a prize <3

#rie answers #kirk acevedo drop jawline routine NOW. ridiculous #seriously THANK U for the ask i am. just very slow #but i love love love admiring them. and Thinking and Plotting #now. back to the cheerleader mines. this will make sense to Two mutuals #luztoye #george luz #joseph toye #joe toye #band of brothers #also is this meta? i feel like it's too ridiculous to be meta. is there a half meta??? this is just ta

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yobi-thecreator · 4 months

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Mike and you at an arcade💞

Idk who asked for this since it was anonymous, but I accidentally posted it and I couldn't edit it so, the ask got deleted. Thankfully I got a screenshot of what I had down already so I just added a few more.

-Haloturtle

He gave his tickets to you and you ended up getting that god horrific prize you wanted.

After spending hours at the arcade mike relized that he has to pick up abby

He drove you guys back and you left

You put the prize (let's say it's a big plush toy) on the passenger seat before you left

Mike went to go pick up abby

While he drove back home him and Abby were debating on they should eat for dinner

The got pizza.

Soon mike put Abby to bed and he got in his boxers and T-shirt.

He took his pills and put on the nature sounds

But his mind was somewhere else

It was on you. The smile you had when he offered you the tickets and when you looked so happy finally getting that horrendous but beautiful arcade plush you wanted.

He couldn't help but smile as he let sleep slowly consume him.

I hope whoever asked for this gets to read it 😭 sorry that it got deleted by accident 😔

- -HaloTurtle 🐢

#fluff #fnaf x reader #x reader #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #headcanon #mike schmidt x reader #abby schmidt #fnaf x male reader #mike schmidt x you

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chris-continues · 11 months

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Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

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the-musings-of-a-manga-reader · 9 months

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Tenkaichi

Tenkaichi - Nihon Saikyou Bugeisha Ketteisen

A battle tournament manga series set in the Sengoku Era.

Warlords bring forth their strongest warriors to compete in a tournament being held by a dying Oda Nobunaga. The prize? Japan itself. The Warlord whose warrior wins the tournament will become the ruler of Japan.

This series is one I found while searching for ones similar to Record of Ragnarok and I’m really glad I found it. It’s only at 7 volumes right now but I am loving it. The art, the characters, the fights, all of it I love.

(I'm a huge fan of the cover art!)

What is my favorite part of this series is that it’s not obvious who the winner of the fights will be. As it turns out, the winner of the fight isn’t decided till around 1 or 2 chapters before the fights end. So not even the creators know who’s going to win till the very end.

Of course, with that being said, there is no protagonist, or better yet you could say all the fighters are protagonists. There’s no character who is definitely without a doubt going to be the winner, at this point, it could be any of them.

When reading these fights I was constantly switching around who I thought would win. “This one will win” and then a chapter later “Never mind this one’s winning”, and it kept switching back and forth because there is no obvious winner. When the winner is not so clear cut it makes these tournament fighting series so much more thrilling to read. The current fight which is fight #5 literally had my heart pounding. Like I'm so anxious over finding out who's going to win this fight because it ended on a cliffhanger. A cliffhanger that seems to make the winner obvious. Or does it? That's the thing! Even tho it looks like we know who the winner of this fight will be, we can't be 100% sure. (Curse the fact that the next chapter doesn't come out for another month)

Honestly, there is so much I could praise about this series. The fights are a good length, in that they don’t feel too short or drawn on. It’s the same with the backstories, they’re just the right length. Character design wise so far I’m loving it. Of course, they aren’t the most realistic or look like anything the actual person but it’s not so bizarre as to take away from the story. Ngl I already have 3 characters who I think are super hot and took multiple screenshots of lol

(Such amazing art. Look at the detail~ There's actually way better art in the series but they contain spoilers so I won't share them here)

Now a little side story about me~

As I mentioned earlier that I found this while looking for a series Similar to Record of Ragnarok, and I had a huge laugh at myself. Because I was looking at the character designs and pointed at a character with a mask on and said “This dude’s probably hot looking under that mask”, only to look at the name and realize it was Sasaki Kojio who happens to be one of my fav fighters in Ragnarok 🤣 I didn’t realize he was in it too. So I had a good laugh over that and it actually made me even more excited to read it

(The fight list)

I highly recommend this series. It's probably one of my new favorites and dare I say, I almost love it as much as Record of Ragnarok. Please go check this series out!

(Screenshots are from the fan scans done by "Problematic Scans")

#anime and manga #manga #manga and stuff #manga recommendation #manga review #manga series #manga seinen #seinen #seinen manga #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #tenkaichi #action manga #manga panel #manga reccs #manga rec #manga art #majo taisen #anime manga

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static-martini · 2 months

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Me and the bestieee (and Superboy?)

I've been playing DC Online for quite some time because I'm a nerd <3 more screenshots below if you're interested!

The Halloween Event had various prizes, among them being Teekl Totems for your base! I somehow got two and they've been hanging around ever since. They break my other stuff sometimes </3

An older screenshot where I finally got lucky enough to join the JL:D raid in the House of Mystery / Limbo Town <3 it's like looking in a funhouse mirror! (I mainly took this cuz its a shock that he's So Small)

And this is the most recent one, where I joined a league some weeks ago and quickly became the third ranking player in "Most Fashion Changes" hehe. If you squint, it could be a statue dedicated to our funny Witch-Boy ✨

#klarion the witch boy #klarion bleak #teekl #dc online #DC universe online #txt post #names are censored just in case !! apart from Mr Clone; im v sorry

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lgbtiba · 4 months

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SO. Buckle up, kiddo!

I will not explain every single detail that led to this screenshot, but I will try for it to be as comprehensible as possible in a short format.

tw suicide, death, abuse

You know Tubbo already. The storyline of Dream SMP started when he was 16, hand in hand with Tommyinnit. When you think about Tubbo and Tommy, think about a connection something like Tazercraft. They are best friends, soulmates, partners, everything. Interconnection in the ways, that held them together despite everything that happened to them in the story.

Tommy’s older brother Wilbur started a country L’Manberg with Tommy, Tubbo joining soon after (as well as a couple of other people). They fought a war of Independence, gaining it after Tommy gave up his most prized possession (his music discs – Cat & Mellohi) to Dream – the leader of the Great SMP faction and the main antagonist in the story. Everything went fine until Wilbur lost presidential elections to Schlatt, who exiled him and Tommy, at the same time making Tubbo his Secretary of State. I will not go into this arc, because a lot happened that is not really necessary right now. Wilbur and Tommy created a Rebellion to overthrow Schlatt (who was a dictator), but Wilbur’s mental health deteriorated and he decided he would rather blow up the country and commit assisted suicide. Not before making Tubbo the new President of L’Manberg.

So Tommy and Tubbo left with a hole in the ground instead of their country, that Tubbo is supposed to lead. Tubbo gathered people and they built New L’Manberg on platforms on top of the crater, filling it with water. Everything seemed to be fine, until it wasn’t.

Tommy (& Ranboo) burnt down GeorgeNotFound’s (who was the king of the Greater SMP atm) house. They didn’t mean for it to burn, but it happened. Was Tommy’s fault, but my guy just so his favorite (along with Tubbo) person blow up their home and made someone else kill him, he was coping so hard. And Dream saw the opportunity in this to threaten New L’Manberg and manipulate Tommy and Tubbo,

After a lot of discussions, threats, suggestions, Tubbo was left with a horrible choice: get his country surrounded by an obsidian wall as tall as the sky, destroyed, fighting a war they couldn’t win but have Tommy with him or to exile Tommy. And he, as the President, chose the second option. Dream took Tommy to lead him away from New L’Manberg and Greater SMP.

Exile… wasn’t a good time for Tommy. It was actively miserable. Dream was abusing and gaslighting him, making him believe that Dream is his only friend and only person that cares about him, Tommy was starving, harming himself, debating committing suicide (Dream SMP has a set of canonical lives, Tommy was on his last) and waking up every day drowning in the ocean that separated him and New L’Manberg. Sure, that nobody wants him, that everyone is happier without him, that Tubbo hates him…

Tubbo also wasn’t having a great time. He got more paranoid, suppressing all his emotions as much as he can, getting into constant working and risky plans to assure safety to New L’Manberg. He was sure Tommy hated him, felt immense guilt for exiling him and just wanted him back,

Wilbur didn’t respawn because it was his last life, but he did come back as a ghost – Ghostbur. Separate entity to Wilbur, that only can remember happy things and doesn’t understand evil. And Ghostbur saw how miserable Tommy and Tubbo because of being apart. So he decided to give them a gift.

He created two compasses, connected to the Loadstones – one under Tommy’s exile tent and one under Tubbo’s Presidential office – and named them Your Tommy & Your Tubbo.

Ghostbur gave ‘Your Tubbo’ to Tommy. “What does Tommy like the most? His favorite thing in the whole wide world is… Tubbo! Listen, I know you really really like Tubbo and I know you really miss him, so I made this! It basically will point you in the direction of Tubbo at all time! So no matter where you are on this bitch of the earth, you will always be able to find each other” <- almost the exact quote from my memory.

Tommy really appreciated it. And, despite being the reckless and emotionally-driven out of the two, he put it in the enderchest next to his music discs to keep it safe. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EvMuFCWnfUs&pp=ygUcZ2hvc3RidXIgZ2l2ZXMgdG9tbXkgY29tcGFzcw%3D%3D

Ghostbur gave Tubbo ‘Your Tommy’ one, and Tubbo almost cried, because he did miss Tommy so much. And despite usually being more precautious and rational one, he always kept it in his offhand, always with him. Which was a mistake in hindsight because he lost it in a creeper explosion and it was awful. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8mMmNvzA9lo&pp=ygUYZ2hvc3RidXIgZ2l2ZXMgY29tcGFzc2Vz

Dream lied to Tommy and said Tubbo burned his compass, and Tommy debated throwing his into lava, bit couldn’t. He kept it safe. Throughout a bunch of events that led to another Battle for L’Manberg, where Tommy and Tubbo were reunited after a big fight. Which is better to watch than for me to explain, because it’s an incredibly powerful moment and one of my favorite in the story: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oGT-gIZ7TXE&pp=ygUldG9tbXkgYW5kIHR1YmJvIGNvbW11bml0eSBob3VzZSBmaWdodA%3D%3D

They fought. They died multiple times. And at some point part of Tommy’s inventory got to Tubbo. Including the ‘Your Tubbo’ compass.

COOL!! Oh my and this isn't even everything! They sound like the blorbos ever ❤

#Oh i know this mustve been crazy to see unfold live :o #Dsmp

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