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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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long winded ass post I contemplated not writing but did it anyways. read if you’d like or ignore lmao.

so I feel as though this kind of goes without saying but a lot has changed on tumblr and the vibe has shifted a lot, sadly, not for the better either :/ I thought about this for a while and although last week, I was not posting any new content due to the strike, I’ve decided to step away from writing in general after this month. I could sit here and go on a tangent about how it’s the ‘algorithm’ and ‘dying fandoms’ but to me, this boils down to the fact that I refuse to exhaust myself to be unappreciated + disrespected. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful to everyone who reblogs and comments on my works all the time because I am incredibly grateful! I love each of you and I look forward to reading your tags/thoughts. However, it’s not lost on me that the anime fandom in general is becoming shrouded in toxicity and many of us are being pushed away. We’re in an age where people are seen as content machines and not humans so others feel entitled to their art and feel no need to be kind, understanding or empathetic to that person’s feelings. I’m not wasting my time trying to teach people manners that they should’ve learned a long time ago. I refuse to share my craft with people like that. And to say the quietest part out loud: y’all don’t want black writers around, PERIOD. One scroll through the dash shows that much. As someone who’s written primarily for AOT (not changing btw) and specifically the black side of the fandom, it’s almost laughable at the extreme lengths that ppl have gone through to see it be erased. And I don’t mean getting fics hit with labels or reporting (that failed so they switched to plan B.) since I began back writing in 2020-21, it was obvious that it was the most popular among black girls and I remember ppl telling me to write for them. Hell, it’s the sole reason I even watched. Needless to say, I fell in love with the show and it holds a special place in my heart. However, I realized I didn’t need any of the original material. Not only that, in all the years I’ve been writing, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many black girls resonating and happy with a group of characters. It was the first and only time I’ve seen stories where I didn’t feel as though them being a black character was a hidden secret or toned down to appeal to others (no shade). It was in my face and proud, even if I didn’t personally resonate with the reader or concept of the story. It still felt good coming from a fandom where I was literally the ONLY black writer in it. Fast forward and I clearly see that now, it’s not welcomed. We could sit here and blame it on non-blk (yt) having the problems but that’s a load of bullshit and the only enemies we have are one another. It’s been other black writers who have littered the tags with discourse abt the same stupid topic to avoid new fics being seen. It’s been other black writers who have switched fandoms when they were no longer the ONLY ones bc coexisting is just too damn hard apparently. It’s been other black authors who have made it blatantly clear that they are only interested in seeing and creating stories that are palatable to other races so they won’t be perceived in a negative light or to be seen as one of the ‘good ones’. Even down to not using black reader tags or avoiding coded language. So much so, they are comfortable laughing at anti-black rhetoric being pushed on other apps so as long as their new favs are not the brunt of the joke.

I’m not here to tell anybody how or what to write. I’m not here to say you ONLY have to like one show but what I am saying is that i will NOT be spending hours and days agonizing over a fic for it to be minimized to a joke for a bitch on TikTok. I will not spend the little free time I have trying to crunch and finish a fic for it not do well but watch y’all pile in my mentions to argue over nonsense. And I won’t sit here and watch y’all purposely try to run other black writers away bc they don’t fit ur aesthetic. Fiction is fiction and whether you resonate with it or not, it’s expression. I’m a boring ass country bumpkin from the middle of nowhere, Florida who’s got social anxiety, chronically ill, neurodivergent and is in bed by 10:00. I don’t smoke, never had sex and I literally never leave the house unless I’m grocery shopping. I never have and never will live the life of any of my characters, even the most tame ones. But I write for EVERY black girl and want everyone of them to be seen. The one space where that seems to be allowed is obviously not welcomed anymore. Arguing and trying to defend ourselves against people who are committed to misunderstanding us is pointless. Minimizing us down to ‘baby mama’, ‘hoodrat’ fics, simply bc you no longer like certain characters (many of which you all were writing for not too long ago) is quite frankly clown and coon ass behavior. Watching y’all become enraged by tropes that are used by ever race, every fandom, etc but turning the blind eye bc it suits ur narrative is fucking hypocritical and laughable at best.

I’m not insecure in my writing. Never have been and never will be. I know I pour everything I have into creating the best work I can and it’s for that reason that I won’t allow it to be treated like trash. I have over 250 drafts in my Google docs and best believe, that’s where they’ll stay until I see fit. Although I know it’ll probably mean leaving the last place I have any sense of community and social interaction in general, it’s not worth coming on here angry everyday in defense mode. Its not worth getting out of my character over and I rather just not be around if it means I have to play mean girl. My mind may change and all of this will just have been me getting shit off my chest but as of right now, this account will be archived come February 28th. Thank you to everybody who’s supported me this far and gave me a safe space. I love all of you so very much and hope that we can enjoy the rest of this month together 🫶🏾 🤍

#cherry chats 🍒#tw rant #tw discourse #tw long post #happy black history month lmao #writing #fanfic writer

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the-moon-files · 4 months

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The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

(Content under ✄----- )

@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

<333

Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

🌙

#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe male reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #lu imagines #now?#yeah sure thatll be all the tags #well i should #peepthatbish's catalogue!!#thats the tag now for them giving me all these gorgeous gorgeous male reader ideas #ngl i feel like i cant emphasize that reader is masc enough? maybe thats just the trans in me speaking 💀

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madhatterbri · 8 months

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You Again | J.N.

Summary: James Norrington saves a girl from his past.

Author's Note: Happy birthday Magic Kingdom. Your present is a James Norrington fanfic cause I have daddy issues. ❤️🧎‍♀️

Warning: Mentions of gallows and having a rope around your neck but no one dies.

"Your father was a pirate. He deserved to hang from the gallows,"

Those words stuck with you ever since a boy you once called a friend uttered them to you. You were twelve years old when you saw your father hang. His limp body blew in the wind after fighting so hard to live. Your friend glared at you before leaving you behind with his family.

Fearing retaliation, your mother left with you and your siblings as stow aways. The next few years proved to be a hard time in your life. As a woman, men looked down on you. You fought to be noticed and even became captain of a ship. Yet you still wondered about the boy you once called a friend.

His name was James. A boy that always had your back. James would never let anyone hurt you. Boys would tease you for your poorer status but not him. The comment about your father was unlike him but it hurt enough for you to never speak to him again. Not that you had a choice.

Now you were about to meet the same fate as your father. A crowd was forming around the gallows. People were throwing food and other things at you as two guards led you through the crowd. Shaky legs took you up the stairs and in front of the hanging rope.

These last moments were the same your father felt. Your stomach sank. You sacrificed yourself to let your crew escape. Maybe they will tell your story to future pirates. One day you knew another woman would be captain.

A man read the charges that were stuck to you loudly. The crowd had several opinions about you and they weren't afraid to speak them. As you looked through the crowd familiar faces appeared. Large hats covered their faces but you could recognize then anywhere.

The rope was suddenly wrapped around your neck. If they were going to do something they needed to do it now. The men asked if you had any words. You spat on their face. The man raised his arm to slap you yet stopped.

"Why delay such a fitting end for a pirate whore?" He asked. He walked to the lever that would drop you. The impact would break your neck and you would gasp for air. Just as your father did.

As he pulled the lever, the rope around your neck was cut. Chaos broke as your crew attacked the guards. The floor below you gave way.

You fell to the ground with a loud thud. The pain shot up your leg. A loud scream could be heard in the crowd. People wondered if you died under the gallows. The past few days starting to weigh on you. Any hope of escape was dashed as you laid on your back. Tears ran down the corners of your eyes.

A man suddenly stood above you. His black hair tied back. A few loose strands blowing in the wind. His eyebrows furrowed together to show concern. Dark brown eyes remained on yours. He had a mustache and beard, a sharp contrast to the guards. He was dirty like her from head to toe. Yet he somehow looked so familiar.

"James?" You asked weakly.

#fanfiction #imagine #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean x reader #james norrington #james norrington x reader

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theanimekid · 2 years

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Sir... We have a problem!

Sung Jin-Woo X Pregnant Reader

Synopsis: The reader is going into labor, her husbands not there to take her to a hospital, and there's a thunderstorm.

Warnings: Angst to Fluffy and funny

F/n: Friends name

It all happened within a blink of an eye

You were sitting alone with your friend in your shared apartment. All laughs and giggles as the two of you watched your favorite tv comedy show as the storm raged on outside. You sat down on the side of the sofa with a bag of popcorn on top of your swollen belly as your friend sat on the side of the couch. Your F/n chattered as the raindrops hit the window. But for a moment, you thought about your husband. Even though he's the Shadow Monarch, he's still human, and sometimes...just what if...

"Y/n, You okay?" Your F/n Asked while she had food shoved in her mouth. You snapped herself back to reality. " Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to think," You reassured her as she reached for the cup in front of her only to find it empty. She was going o head to the kitchen, but you stopped her. "Please allow me," You spoke softly, as she'd nearly struggled it lift herself off the couch. "No way. I'm letting my pregnant friend go and get me something to drink. Just sit back down and rest." But you had already got up from the sofa. " Hey, I'm not defenseless... just heavily pregnant." You placed your hand on your giant tummy and sighed. "Tell that to overprotective shadow husband." She added with a playful, sarcastic comment. You tapped her shoulder as she walked back to her seat. You swayed into the kitchen, humming to the music inside your head. As you were about to fill the cup, your stomach rumbled. You sighed. " It would seem you are not satisfied, little one."

This all went by so quickly. From the day you informed him you were pregnant, it was as though he fell in love with you all over again. You remember how he spun around in circles, tears of happiness in his eyes, chiming: I'm going to b a father. Even his shadows screamed with joy, mostly Beru. The fridge opened as you reached for the pack of strawberries. Before you could even grab them, a sharp pain hit your belly. Dropping the cup and shattered it on the ground. F/n shot up from the sofa and dashed into the kitchen. " Hey, what the- Oh My God!" She screamed as she instantly rushed to your side. " Baby...Baby, it's coming." Y/n groaned at another sharp pain hitting her again.

" I thought you said The baby was coming in two weeks!"

" well, the baby said now! And, I believe they get to choose-" You screamed, the contractions are really are a pain. Tears started to fall from your face. Your friend helped you from the kitchen and took you to the bedroom. The storm roared and boomed as the raindrops came heavier. F/n grunted as she placed you gently on the bed and pulled back the curtain. Seeing the heavy rainfall and twisted winds, " Damnit, there's no way in hell we'll make it to a hospital at this rate, the storm coming harder than I thought." She covered the window, " It looks like we're gonna need some assistance," She sighed as she took off her button, short sleeve shirt, revealing the black tank top. You took deep breaths to not think about the pain. But every time you did, it shot back at you like lightning.

"There is...one way," You added as your friends helped you sit up on the pile of pillows she set behind you.

"Come out."

The shadow moved from under you, forming one of the high orcs your husband placed in your shadow before you left. He stared at you with very uneasy and worried eyes, staring at you confused. You tried your best to clarify the situation. " Look…right now… I'm going into labor…" You whined, " Tell your master to…come home now…If he's in the middle of fighting the boss…W0ooo…." You sucked your bottom lip as the pain worsens." Alright, I have an idea." F/n exclaimed as she grabbed three knuckle braces and positioned herself on a nearby wall. F/n made circular motions as the glowing portal opened from the wall. " Just…please, yell at him to get his attention if…you must…Now Go!" He nodded and submerged into the darkness. The portal closed after Jin-ah and her mother stepped through. F/n clarified the circumstances.

"Ready yourselves, ladies. It is going to be a long night." A strike of lightning reflected across the grey atmosphere.

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The shadow soldier reemerged from out of the shadows in the dungeon. To see his king and the rest of the soldiers finishing off the monsters. HE puffed his chest as he took a deep inhale. And shouted echoing throughout the dungeon.

"THE QUEEN'S IN LABOR!"

Everyone went silent for about 10 seconds before yelling back.

" WHAT!?!?"

Jinwoo was now forming with questions while shaking his soldier like a maraca. " Is she okay?" the baby okay?" " Are My Babies okay?!"

" Yes...but no. The Queen is in a lot of pain."

" Have the contractions started yet?!" Jin-ho added in a panicking tone. He looked at him blankly with bug eyes and scratched the back of his bald head, " What are contractions?" Before Jin-ho could answer, Jinwoo stormed out of the dungeon on Kaisel, leaving some shadow soldiers to help take the monster's corpses away from the dungeon.

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Jinwoo arrived safely at his home, drenched and completely soaked while he almost busted the door open. " Y/N-ah?" He called out, and you screamed in reply. It's coming from the bedroom. HE rushed to the bedroom with fear in his eyes. Please be okay, please be okay. The door flew open as he stormed in. Only to be taken aback by a new sound of cries. You were, lying in bed, exhausted, with your little newborns cradled on either side of her chest. You hold back a few tears seeing your new beautiful girls. One had your hair and her father's eyes while the other looked exactly like her father.

He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. They're beautiful, he thought as he walked toward you. And his new family in her arms. He is officially a father now. He gently held on to the little girls in his arms. And he spoke so softly it felt like a whisper, " Hi, sweetheart, it's daddy talking to you. He waited long for you and your sister to be here." He kneeled down to your level and placed a loving kiss on your forehead, " Thank you, love, you made me even happier since I've met you."

"And I thank you for being such a devoted husband and partner." You said as he grazed your cheek with a kind smile. " You know, I wasn't expecting we have twins." He added.

You nodded, playfully poking his nose, "But now we have double the attention, don't you think?" He quietly chuckled at your response. " That we do."

" Heyy, not to ruin the mood but can I hold one of my nieces now?! I did help out!" JIn-ah quietly shouted while she leaned into her brother's ear.

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A/n: Should I do part 2? Just for fun? Also, I accidentally deleted your king awaits post and now I can't remember how it go! :(

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fierce-deity-bgg · 5 months

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How about legend and four with a reader who is seen by others as a boy because of his haircut? Like they cut it when they were in guard training or whatever from their hyrule, and the boys see the girls trying to flirt, without knowing that it's not a man? Feel free, just a stupid idea

Four and legand x kinda masc F! Reader / gender-fluid

OMGGGGGG first of all I just wanna say thank you for this request I never thought that I would get a request from one of my fav story makers!! BTW LOV YOUR DARK LINK STUFF :D

(Reader is going to be mostly like shuri from black panther movies and a bit non cannon reactions from characters😔)

Btw sorry this took so long seasonal depression hit me like a truck over the past few weeks:

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Only just yesterday you finally decided it was time to cut your hair after a while of letting it grow all the way down to your waist. When you finally came out of the inn you and the chain were staying at for a while in gerudo town in wilds world you were almost unrecognizable at first. The only reason they actually knew it was you is because twi sniffed your sent from a mile way.

Wind: “wow I almost didn’t recognize them at first!” 😦

Time: “I don’t think any of us did wind.”

Four: “well he’s got a point- uh… and thei r gone.”

Legand: “great..”

You literally just dashed out of there going to the up draft before taking off the go find riju and hopefully train with her for a while. You eventually found her in north gerudo ruins training on dummies again and you both agreed to battle each other for a bit of training. Little did you know that four and legand were looking for you in gerudo town thinking you’ll be there..

(Yeah I’m doing a lot of time skips because I’m getting a mind grain😬)

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After around 3-4 hours of training with ruji (Btw ruji was the only one that recognized you straight away) you both decided to head to the town hoping the see the chain their already and only after the first few minutes of you both walking into town you started getting stairs and people whispering..

“Did ruji let in an another voe already?”

“Most likely but he’s cute in my opinion.”

Once you heard the vais say that you started giving ruji a side eye like your telling her “let’s bounce” but before you could even take another step a group of vai walked up to you and started commenting how you looked or how strong you were (not like they knew)

While the crowd was just getting larger and ruji was just trying to get you away from there you saw four and legend, and legend looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone but he somehow kept his composer dragging you out of there in a instant with four watching

“You vai know that’s a female right?”

Four yelled into the crowd making everyone but ruji stunned as they were both pulling you back to the chain

“Never again..”

They both said almost in sync while you just nodded

“Fine fine… bozos-“

“Hey!”

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Ye so uh that’s the end I might make a part two after Christmas but ye-

Requests are still open and I’m posting my ais on here so wait up for that and pokepasta stufffffff

BTW STILL LOVE UR STORIES AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST😁

#link x y/n #linked universe x reader #legend x reader #four x reader #loz x reader #linked universe #legend of zelda #link x reader #reqs open

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r0-boat · 9 months

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You're welcome! Thank you for taking the time to reply my comment! I agree with your thoughts about Larry! I definitely see him being a traditional man, he wants to make her happy while she's happy being with him, how he shows affections, and he would try despite that! Can I request for Larry & Waitress Reader continuation now? I want to see their date 😊

Yes you may!

This is a continuation of Larry X waitress reader if you have not seen the previous posts

Part 1🔞

Part 2

This is part 3!

Please go read them before reading this one.

Thank you!

This is becoming by far, my favorite little mini-series. I hope you're enjoying this as much as I'm enjoying writing it!

The reader is presumed female.

The exhaustion from having just gotten off work was replaced with excitement this being your first date ever. As you step out the shower wrapping a towel around your naked body you contemplate on what you should wear.

Would he like dresses? Or something to show off your legs or body? Your face felt hot, putting your head in your hands and shaking the embarrassment of you thinking about those onyx eyes staring at you with pure love and infatuation. You want to appeal to him, make his heart skip a beat like he does to you.

Your mind started to drift from outfits to where he would take you. Really, you don't care where he takes you. The simple fact that he agreed to take you anywhere made you kick your feet and squeal like you were a lovestruck teenage girl again.

Ultimately you decided picking something that flows in the wind with colors that make your eyes pop. Before glancing over at your phone that's that idly on your dresser.

Larry and you had exchanged contact numbers so he could contact you to meet up but you had gotten cold feet a few times when you tried to text him first.

But when you hear your phone go off, you don't dash to that device faster, staring at the bright screen with your eyes wide, silently screaming when you see the special name you picked for him in your contacts. His first message to you.

'Are you ready? Meet me on main street Medali.'

Such a normal text for an exceptionally ordinary man you wouldn't have it any other way.

...

You're finally going crazy.

Larry nervously loosened his tie, only to tighten it straight for the third time. For the first time in his life, he was early, and not only that, he was really going all out instead of his usual black suit he was wearing.... light gray.

A bold choice, but he was willing to try something new for the first date he had in a decade. He made sure the suit had nothing sticking to it no komala fur, no Trophius leaves, and no Staraptor feathers

Speaking of his date, his eyes widened when he saw your heart skipping a beat. Larry, no, he didn't know much about dressing nicely aside from a standard suit and tie, but he knew that what you were wearing suited you and only added to the long list of things he loved about you.

Though he couldn't quite put it into words he found himself speechless when you stood before him.

"Hi." You greeted awkwardly, your eyes twinkling like stars breaking him out of the trance they put him in. He gazed up and down trying to find some way to compliment you it's what you deserve after all

"Urm... you're outfit, Its... very... you."

He panicked when he saw your face droop.

"oh is it not good?"

"N-no, I-i didn't mean it wasn't good I meant that it's a very cute because I think you are... cute."

His awkward fumbling seem to perky back up, his face turning red at the pitiful attempt at flirting. His ex was right; he needs to get better at flirting.

Ultimately, he decided for that walk in the park. He didn't think he would mind either way, but he didn't like the idea of taking you out to another restaurant after you just got off of work. And besides, the only restaurant he knew locally was the Treasure Eatery, and knowing your coworkers, he had a feeling that their privacy wouldn't feel very private if he took you there.

Not to mention the fact that you work there.

But he did feel a little bad he didn't want to bore you to death even though dating him was kind of exactly what you signed up for.

" I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind."

Larry apologized has the two of you made your way over to and nearby bench.

"huh? Oh no" you smiled " you're fine actually it's delightful it's been quite hectic at work recently since we're starting to get a bigger influx of trainers and and it's much harder taking on the league with an empty stomach a peaceful walk in the park like this is exactly what I need."

Larry humed in response his lip curving into a small smile a little relieved with your answer "Those monsters, they're working you to your grave." Your eyes widen. Despite Larry's less than expressive voice You knew about the Elite Fours member and your coworker's relationship. That's not only their regular but in some cases, their 'boss' I mean the treasure Eatery doubles as his gym.

" Was that a joke?" You giggled brushing some straight hair out of your face before looking up at him.

" you're surprised?"

You couldn't stop smiling.

" Sorry sorry I just never saw you as the type you always look so serious."

" I guess I'm just full of surprises." Larry said in his monotone voice.

There wasn't much to do at the park, but that was okay. All you wanted to do was be with your date. The conversation you had with him was nice. I saw a side of him that you don't usually see at work, as he would point out different kinds of bird Pokemon and tell you little facts about them.

You admitted to Larry that You're always busy with work, so you never had a Pokemon of your own. Even though you really wanted to buy yourself a Pokeball or two and catch a new friend or just adopt an egg needing a home, you never really got around to it. This was information that Larry would definitely need for later, especially when he asked you what kind of Pokemon you would like to take care of hypothetically, and your answer of something easy and familiar, like a normal type or a flying type, caught his attention. You really were a woman after his own heart.

Before you could make any moves on your date by putting your hand on his or snuggling closer to him, sadly, the date was cut short when the wind started to pick up your date and saw you shudder. He wasted no time. " Are you cold? I could lend you my jacket. And I could take you home. We could always spend some time together another day, perhaps somewhere inside."

You cursed at yourself, damn you Tornadus, but your heart did make you feel toasty on the inside when Larry pretty much confirmed that he would love to take you out again.

" thank you I'd like that."

The two of you continued small talk as he walked you to your apartment you tried not to bombard the poor man with questions but you just couldn't help it you wanted to know more about him especially after that he reminded you that yes he is in fact a gym leader and an elite four member and to you a Pokemonless person were bringing with curiosity.

Larry didn't mind even though that technically he claimed you first. It seemed that after showing you a picture of his Staraptor as a baby, Starly it seemed that his old friend stole you from him.

As you waved goodbye and by the time you close the door in your apartment you realized you still had Larry's jacket on you.

You couldn't help but feel the heat rest to your face, getting a whiff of that cologne you came to love. That's when you saw it: a pink feather sticking to the back of the felt.

Larry didn't seem to mind that his jacket was in your possession, oh, and he answered the culprit that pink feathered his coat with a new picture of a pink bird Pokemon that you've never seen before.

It did give you a reason to go visit him or for him to see you. You already felt nervous from the mear idea.

#larry pokemon #pokemon larry #larry x reader #gym leader larry #elite four larry #Gym leader Larry x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #fem!reader #a normal date for a normal man what more could you want #pokemon fluff #Sfw #Pokemon #Larry elite 4

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jahayla-parker · 4 months

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Black & White : Peter Paker x Reader Series

Part 3

For full warnings, descriptions, and other parts, see series masterlist here.

Peter smiled over at y/n as they turned the corner. Her hair was blowing lightly in the wind and her hand was still a bit cold despite him trying to warm it in his as they walked home from their date. She was talking to him about this crazy customer she had at work a few nights ago. But he couldn’t get his mind off how pleased he was to be able to call her his girlfriend.

They’d been on several dates by now, both official and non-official/more casual ones due to their pre-existing friendship. But, tonight Peter officially dared to ask y/n if he could actually call her his girlfriend; more than just in his head for once. And, much to his relief, she smiled and gave him a quick kiss as she whispered a happy yes.

Peter bit his lower lip bashfully when he saw that y/n had noticed his staring. He offered a quirky smile, earning some giggles in response. He opened his mouth to explain and apologize for being distracted. Only, he found himself at a loss of words as her cold hands found his face and lightly pulled him closer to hers. As his lips met hers, he couldn’t care less about the way her hands were freezing his flushed cheeks. All he could care about, all he could hear, all he could see, was her.

Peter laid his forehead against y/n’s as they pulled back and gazed at each other. Their breath was visible in the chilly air as it crossed the tiny space that was now between their mouths. Y/n’s hands were still on his face and he noticed that they didn’t feel as cold. He just hoped it was because they had finally started to warm up due to his blush prior to their kiss instead of him simply becoming used to it for her sake. He gently lowered her hands but kept them firmly in his. “We should get you home, where it’s warmer,” Peter whispered, his worry over her comfort returning.

Y/n laughed breathily and nodded in acceptance. “Okay,” she smiled, lowering their hands and moving until Peter had hold of only her closest one so they could walk. She leaned against his side and placed her head on his shoulder.

Peter turned and placed a delicate kiss to the top of y/n’s head as they neared their apartment complex. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when he felt the hairs on his arms stand straight up. He reluctantly leaned away from y/n as his eyes dashed arrived the area for the cause behind the bumps that were now formed on his skin.

“Peter tingle?” Y/n questioned, watching her boyfriend’s concerned eyes analyze their surroundings.

“W-what?” Peter stuttered, his eyes returning to y/n. “My..? What?” He echoed.

Y/n bashfully bit her lip. “I mean, I can’t.., I can’t really use the other wording right now,” she explained, using her free arm to signal at Peter’s lack of mask.

Peter laughed and shook his head lovingly at the new nickname for his abilities. “I… okay,” he chuckled, “but yes, that’s what it is”. He frowned as he faintly heard a commotion happening a few blocks away. He guiltily looked at y/n only to find her smiling softly in understanding.

“Go on then,” y/n said, nodding her head to the area where she knew Peter’s hidden suit was. She gasped in shock as Peter unexpectedly pulled her to his chest and gave her a tight hug. Her smile grew and she squeezed him back.

“Get inside first,” Peter ordered tenderly as he pulled back and gazed over at the front door to their apartment complex a few hundred feet away. “Please,” he added sheepishly. “Then I’ll go,” he explained, his eyes pleading.

Y/n hummed softly and nodded. She let go of Peter’s back but didn’t move away just yet. She placed a supportive kiss to his cheek. “Be careful,” she commented with a wink before she turned around.

Peter watched as y/n made her way to their apartment complex. He grinned to himself as she waved back at him before heading inside. Now that he was sure she was inside, somewhere safer and warmer, he was ready to head out for another night of patrol.

Peter fought off a yawn as his adrenaline was subsiding. He’d been out on patrol for several hours now and it was taking its toll. He wanted to return home soon, but y/n was working late and he wasn’t going to have her walk alone this late. So, he rested his back against the bricks that structured the chimney of the rooftop he was on as he checked his police scanner app.

Peter whipped his head back and forth as he tried to make sense of the destruction that surrounded him. He’d swung here in order to help apprehend a suspect who police said was stealing a bunch of items from multiple bodegas. However, when he arrived at the scenes, he quickly noticed how these weren’t simple robberies, the side of each of the bodegas was smashed in instead of the suspect using the door. To make matters even more complicated, Peter couldn’t find or sense anyone around. He sensed something was wrong of course, but that much was visibly evident on its own; he didn’t need his superpowers to see that.

After searching the area for a good half hour, Peter had to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to figure it out. At least not tonight. Perhaps on his next patrol he could stake out some other bodegas in hopes of finding who had caused this bizarre damage. So instead of continuing to futilely search in the dark, he walked back to the latest robed bodega.

Just as Peter was about to leave the scene and head to somewhere closer to y/n’s work to patrol as he waited for her shift to end, he saw something. He squinted inside his mask as he bent down and stared at the black glob on the sidewalk. He couldn’t smell any scent coming off of it, so it likely wasn’t oil. This conclusion was promptly confirmed when he saw the glob move. Despite it being a liquid, it suddenly had these sharp points that almost crawled out from its center as the glob moved.

Peter looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. But, everyone else was seemingly unbothered by the mess beside him. He frowned as his eyes narrowed in on the shiny black glob again. “What are you?” He questioned as he reached down to touch it. His finger poked into the moving liquid and he fell backwards as he watched it crawl up his gloved fingers. He violently shook his hand in an attempt to get off of him. When the black goo defiantly held on and instead turned his whole suit black minus the spider symbol on his chest that was now white, Peter froze. Was this some version of nanotech?

Peter held his arms out before him as he studied the new coloring of his suit. He was a bit weary of the whole affair, but otherwise didn’t feel any different. He decided to test whatever this change was. His left hand went to slide a nearby bench to the side only for it to practically fling the item. When he became Spider-Man, Peter had gained super strength, but this glob thing seemed to have increased that even further. It must be some sort of early-stage version of nanotech. The realization made Peter excited given that he’d been on his own when it came to enhancing his suit and now he had some nanotechnology again.

Peter laughed excessively to himself as he swung up to the window of his apartment. He’d been able to swing home from the bodega in record time. He also was no longer tired, his fatigue having been zapped not too long after having donned the nanotech. In fact, he felt wired! His thoughts were bouncing around in his mind so much he couldn’t place what it was that made him feel like he was forgetting something. Deciding to take advantage of this new tech, he pulled himself inside his apartment to begin some tests to determine any new abilities.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest as she dragged her feet on her way home. She was supposed to meet up with her boyfriend Peter tonight for an early dinner before he went out to patrol. Only, he didn’t show; which was very uncharacteristic of him. They’d been together for awhile and not once had Peter not shown for a date.

Y/n couldn’t help but question the state of their relationship as she alone. It wasn’t just Peter not showing up tonight that was weighing on her mind. He’d been acting differently for around two weeks now. She hoped it was just something he was working through but didn’t want to talk about. But it hadn’t stopped.

Peter had been dressing differently. He was wearing items y/n hadn’t even seen in his collection before. He even went so far as to change his Spider-Man suit. It was now mostly black, as was the rest of his new attire. She had questioned it of course, but Peter refused to give her an actual answer.

Y/n wasn’t sure what had changed to cause Peter to act so cold and distant. But, as she noticed the unbothered text from him after she messaged to ask why he hadn’t shown, she felt defeated. She wanted to believe the loving and caring Peter she once knew was still there. But she couldn’t help the heaviness that settled on her heart as she locked her phone and put it back in her pocket.

Peter squinted slightly as he strolled down the street. Had he just checked out and even flirted with some random girl he passed? A voice in his head told him he had. He frowned as he tried to figure out why. The only thing he could come up with was that it was another subconscious act in attempt to keep y/n safe. That’s why he’d been in such a foul mood lately, the worry over her safety had suddenly amplified in his head, so loud he could hardly hear himself. In fact, he was certain he was going crazy. He felt as if he wasn’t in control of himself anymore. Each action he’d done lately made him feel like shit. Yet, he could only hear the reminder that he needed to do these things to keep y/n safe echoing in his mind each time. It was like a plague was infecting his mind and taking over his life and he was too weak to stop it.

Y/n scoffed in offense as the highly suggestive flirtation left Peter’s mouth. Her hand tightened its grip on her notepad as her eyes narrowed at him. “Peter, stop,” she whispered gruffly. Her eyes darted around the diner to see if anyone had heard his comment to her.

“Relax,” Peter groaned, his eyes rolling in response. “I’m just flirting”.

Y/n shook her head. “This… this isn’t you Peter,” she sighed, sitting down in the booth across from him.

“I flirt with you,” Peter argued. “You’re my girlfriend,” he almost growled, making y/n scoot back on the cushioned bench she was seated on. “It’s not weird to flirt with one’s girlfriend”.

Y/n tried to contain her emotions. She was angry, scared, worried, sad, and so much more. This wasn’t Peter. Some might call her naive, saying this was just him showing his true colors now that he was comfortable around her. And maybe she was naive. Maybe it was her blind optimism. Regardless of the cause, y/n held onto the sentiment that she knew Peter and this just wasn’t him. Why he was acting like this was still beyond her, but she swore she still knew the real him.

“You.. your flirting is always sweet, innocent, and adorably awkward, Peter,” y/n defended, a small smile gracing her lips as she recalled some of his precious comments. “You wouldn’t do this, the Peter I know wouldn’t act like this,” she mumbled.

Peter was about to respond when one of y/n’s co-workers called for her attention. “Can’t you see I’m talking to my girlfriend?!” He hissed.

“Peter!” Y/n huffed, standing up. “Knock it off or I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she frowned, shaking her head as she walked back to the diner’s kitchen.

“Uhh hem,” Peter said, clearing his throat loudly as he stood behind y/n. When she spun to look at him, her eyes wide and confused, he shook his head. Only, his eyes didn’t meet hers. Instead, they glared down at the customer y/n had been talking to. “She’s my girlfriend,” he warned sharply, “I advise you watch yourself”.

“Peter!” Y/n shouted, her eyes now furious as she stared at him. “He was just being friendly,” she defended, sending an apologetic look to the innocent customer. “You need to stop this. What is wrong with you?�� She said, her voice practically whining with emotions.

Peter rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing is wrong with me, what’s wrong with you?” He asked. “You think it’s okay to just go around letting guys flirt with you?”. He clicked his tongue loudly. “Since when did you become some attention whor-“.

“Enough!” Y/n shouted, the whole diner coming to a halt over the outburst. Her eyes were drowning in tears as she stared in disbelief at the man before her. This wasn’t Peter, she still felt that to be true. But she couldn’t ignore the way he was treating her and others anymore. If this was who was now, she wasn’t interested. If Peter had become someone else, someone who would treat her like this, that was it. “Leave,” she ordered, her voice threatening to crack. “I don’t ever want to see you again, we’re done. Leave me alone and don’t ever speak to me again,” y/n commanded Peter before she turned sharply and made her way through the diner wanting to seek solitary refuge in the storage pantry at the back.

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voidandabyssal · 6 months

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Can you write a Axe x BLACJ!WENDIGO!Reader?

If you don't know what wendigos are they are made from somebody that resorted to cannibalism in order to not starve to death.

Dark days turned to darker nights. The gailing winds threw snow and ice into the air above. You sniffed, breathing in the musty air. The cave walls seemed to close in around you. It was almost pitch black, you could barely see in front of you. Luckily you relied more on smell to hunt nowadays.

The front door creaked open, Axe stepped out, carrying his bloody namesake. He looked you up and down, nodding as his eye met yours.

“Hungry?” he asked, you nodded, salivating at the thought of catching something.

“Crooks…heard something this morning” he tightened his hold on the weapon. His pointed teeth gnashing against each other fiercely. Your eyes widened, licking your cut up lips you spoke, voice harshed and cracked.

“Good, always hungry now” it was true, your stomach constantly screaming out, like a gut punch to your stomach, you were never satisfied. The only brief moments of respite came when you were sinking your claws into a human's guts and devouring them.

Axe placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you away from your starved thoughts. He brought you into a light hug, nuzzling the side of your neck as he did.

“...c’mon” he spoke, pushing away from you as he did. He walked off, with you following in close step behind. For how big he was, he was incredibly quiet. The loud crunch of snow you made everytime you moved your elongated legs was the only sound you both heard.

You sniffed into the air, pointed antlers scraping the bottom of a tree branch. Your dark eyes widened.

Blood.

“Axe…” you both turned to look at each other, in the distance you could hear the scrambled cries of some poor soul. Seems like Crooks was right.

Digging your heel into the ground, you tensed your body, ready to leap into a sprint. You turned to Axe, giving him a wink.

“Whoever gets there last is the rotten egg!” he laughed quietly, before readying himself. Your dark hand gripped the snow, before you leapt up. Snow flew through the air as you dashed towards the scent of blood. Axe following closely behind you.

Soon you come to a stop, pulling yourself up onto your two feet. You can see the human now. A man, desperately tugging at the jaws of a bear trap. Crying out when the flesh is cut deeper by the sharp metal.

Axe finally appears next to you, comforting hand on your shoulder. You’re too hungry to notice.

Your claws are slicing through the man's throat, blood spurts out like a fountain of water. A rough hand grabs you and pulls you away as your long tongue lashes out, catching the flicking drops of blood.

“Later…need to get it to the shed” he mumbles out.

The two of you drag the heavy body back to the shed.

You leave before Axe starts butchering, you doubt you’d be able to stop yourself from eating all of it, and then going hunting again.

You clutch your pained stomach. Tears of hunger and frustration fall down your cheeks. Your fingers trace over your face.

Once beautiful, and so clearly human had now been distorted, warped into something horrifying. Rows and rows of jagged and edged teeth spilled out over your mouth (Crooks had once cutely commented that you both looked more alike now), large antlers that scraped against the roof of your home had grown from your head. Ripping and pulling at the flesh atop your skull.

You almost couldn’t bear to look down, see your hunched figure. Once beautiful curves were replaced with just skin and bone. Your back painfully hunched over as you tried to wipe away the tears that flowed down.

The night grew lighter. You chuckled, you’d always wondered how the Underground had a night and day cycle. Axe had always grumbled about it being ‘magic’ or something.

“You…alright, Lambchop?” you looked up, Axe stared down at you, his bright red eye-light shrinking in worry.

“Foods ready” you nodded, smiling as you wiped away the last streams of tears. Getting up you leaned up, pressing a small kiss to the side of Axes face, wiping away some of the blood off it.

“Love ya, Axe” you murmured out. His eye-light changed to a red heart, before switching back to its normal circular form.

“Love ya to”

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This was very fun to write! Remember guys, couples that slay together stay together!

#undertale #sans x reader #my writing #horrortale #horrortale sans #voidimagines #void askes

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sparrowmoth · 3 months

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Her & the Sea, a grishaverse poem • [AO3]

from Soul to Burrow (Little Rabbit) — and other poems

Summary: Kanej poem, from Inej's POV at sea and Kaz's POV in Ketterdam, in which the angst of yearning reaches far across the true sea. CW: Very mild blood and death mentions, light angst, and a dash of Kaz's self-loathing for spice.

I. Inej

Quiet mornings in the crow’s nest with a mug held to her breast,

she looks out across the true sea, red with sun and slavers’ blood.

The air, it seems, holds some of death— a copper tinge to salty air—

She holds her mug up to her lips and nearly shivers from the steam.

The mingling scent of blood and salt, the coal-black coffee in her cup—

It’s as to catch the smell of him, just for a moment, on the wind— a wheeling crow among the gulls, one struggling wing, but still—

for her—

through storm and distance, over islands and the deep, she could believe,

for just a moment,

he had chosen to be free—

II. Kaz

Sometimes, sitting in his office, in the dull grey light of morning, he would hear the faintest tapping of a bird sat at her window—

What had been—before—her room. What never could be someone else’s.

He might stand, sometimes, from work, and take his coffee in his hand and take his cane up in the other, tapping harder than the bird to warn it off—

He was not her.

Wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t good.

Wouldn’t feed what couldn’t work.

He pulled his key out of his pocket, saw the crow leave as the door swung, and he stepped into rare sunlight—

Clouds had broken as the sun rose, and through the narrow gap of buildings set between him and the harbour,

he could see the world’s end, far out from the borders of his life.

Any ship glimpsed on the water might be hers if, for a moment, he thought like a boy again.

A boy believing that his armour made a handsome knight of him.

Kudos, comments, likes, reblogs, and tags always appreciated. <3

#kanej #six of crows #shadow and bone #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #grishaverse #sab fanfiction #sab poetry #my fanfiction #my poetry #my writing

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kazeofthemagun · 7 months

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"Hm. Racist."

#tis I a victim of my own design (sleeping in the afternoon and then only 2 hours in the night)#have a shitpost #[[shitpost #[[black wind comments on dash

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gatheringfiki · 1 year

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The following ficlet was written by @i-am-still-bb based on this photoset.

FiKi, Teen.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Seeing Shadows

It was raining on Tintagel when Fili was born. He came into the world amid blood and pain. Not just his mother’s; there was a battle taking place outside the walls of the castle. The green grass was slick with red blood that looked black under the clouds and rain. He was born with a father eagerly awaiting his arrival, but less than 12 hours after his birth he would be down one parent and he would lose the other before he reached his second birthday.

Felix, a name from their Roman conquerors and one that meant lucky, but his life was destined to be frought with ill-luck and bad winds of the worst sort.

Gandalf foresaw as much prior to his birth.

Despite that knowledge Fili’s mother hoped for better, for something different. Because the future is never set until it has become the past.

—o—

Fili!

Fili giggled and dashed further into the tall grass. The sun was warm and the grass was tall. His pursuer could only see him from the glint of sun on his golden hair.

Where are you going?

Fili ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He would have run faster if he had not kept looking over his shoulder to see how close he was to being caught. So he did not see the root. He did not see the kitten. He only felt them as he tripped and fell. He scraped his palms. Tears stung his eyes as he rubbed his hands on the coarse fabric of his tunic. Little bits of gravel and dirt were embedded under his skin.

Fili?

Then Bilbo was there. Holding Fili’s hands, wiping away that blood, and deftly freeing the bits of stone from Fili’s skin.

I know it hurts. But it won’t hurt for long. We’ll use some soap to clean them when we get home.

Fili nodded. The tears were already drying on his cheeks.

Oh!

He scooped up the orange kitten before Bilbo could say anything. His face crumpled when he saw that one of the cat’s twig thin legs was twisted. Fili’s lower lip trembled when he spoke.

I think I fell on her…

Gently. Don’t hold her too tight. Let me…

Bilbo examined the kitten’s leg with the same tenderness that he had used on Fili’s hands.

We might be able to help her. But she won’t be able to feed herself or clean her—

I’ll do it!

It’s something that takes time each day. You cannot just stop doing it after a single day. And even once she’s better she’ll need to be cared for if you want to keep her.

Fili nodded his head, blonde hair flopping into his eyes.

—o—

Kili was screaming when he woke up.

It was the same nightmare that he always had. Parts of it were different, but it always ended the same way.

It’s just a dream, his mother soothed him. Dreams aren’t real.

Kili lay back down and let her smooth his hair back from his forehead. He nodded in agreement and understanding. He curled in close beneath the furs surrounded by the body heat of his mother, father, and siblings.

But he knew that she was wrong.

Dreams could be real.

—o—

Are you paying attention?

Fili’s head snapped up. He was stroking the cat in his lap gently. He had named the kitten Minerva. She had grown up with only a slight limp to show for her injury early in life. Fili dragged her everywhere with him. Now she was five years old and she was more than content to lay on his lap during her few waking daylight hours.

Of course!

Decline the Latin for “I love.”

No one speaks Latin anymore!

The Romans are not here anymore, but there are still plenty of people in Brittany and further south and east that use it.

I thought the Byzantines used Greek.

Bilbo chidded him, Decline “I love.”

Fili rolled his eyes with a groan dropping his head back against the earthen wall of Bilbo’s house. Amo, amas, amat, amamus , amatis, amant.

Good. Now…

—o—

Kili stared at the man with long gray hair and beard that was sitting by his parents’ fire.

He had seen this man before in one of those dreams that “weren’t real.”

He did not dare tell his mother. She was already looking at him with a level of wariness and fear that made him uncomfortable. He had known that his brother was going to break his arm before it had happened. He told them about the flood before clouds had even darkened the sky. They had been skeptical, but they had moved their goats to higher ground. Then the rain came. And it kept falling. And the Avon overflowed its banks. Lives and homes were lost.

That was the first time that his family had looked at him with guarded expressions.

I will train him.

Kili’s father scoffed, In what? Magic?

If that’s what he has, yes.

Kili looked at his mother. Her lips formed a thin tight line.

Magic?

Kili looked at the man harder and tried to see anything magical about him. His clothes were a nondescript gray. And despite his gray hair he did not appear to be that much older than Kili’s father. Later, under the sun, Kili would notice the brown and red strands that were still present among the silver hairs. The only thing that seemed remarkable was the sword that was visible beneath the gray cloak.

Why would a wizard need a sword?

—o—

Again. Thorin barked orders at Fili.

The wooden sword was heavy in Fili’s hands. His shoulders ached, but he raised the wooden sword, hilt worn smooth from hundreds of hands, and swung it again.

You’re aiming at the target again. You should be aiming through and past.

But there is a target there. Fili protested. Am I just supposed to pretend that there’s not?

Thorin smoothed back his hair that was starting to gray at the temples with one hand. Yes and no.

Fili groaned and tossed the sword to the ground in frustration.

Think of it this way, Thorin bent to pick up the wooden sword. He casually flipped it in one hand. If you aim at a thing then you're not pulling the sword through. You’re stopping. Like so. He demonstrated without the target in front of him.

But you still hit them.

Yes. But they’ll be more hurt if you follow through. If you swing through the target you’ll have more power to the cut and you’ll do more damage. Does that make sense? Thorin handed the sword back.

Yes. But it still does not tell me why I need to learn this at all.

Thorin looked at Dwalin then who stood in the shadow of the stone wall. Gandalf had told them not to tell. They had all agreed to keep Fili’s parentage a secret. As far as Fili knew he was Bilbo’s nephew, of which Bilbo had many.

Fili looked at Dwalin as well. He tried to decipher the silent conversation that Thorin and Dwalin were having. Thorin scowled. Dwalin shrugged. Thorin raised an eyebrow and returned the shrug.

No skin off my nose if you tell him, Dwalin rumbled.

Tell me what?

What do you think he’ll do? Thorin asked, ignoring Fili’s question.

Dwalin shrugged again. You know as well as I do what Gandalf is capable of and what he might do.

Meaning he might do anything, Thorin grumbled.

Fili gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. He looked from one man to the other.

Thorin sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. We might as well take a break and eat if we’re going to tell him. He’ll have plenty of questions.

—o—

What happens in the vision? Gandalf demanded.

Kili squirmed in his cross legged sitting position. He had been learning how to have visions when he was awake rather than just asleep. They still bowled him over and left him shaky and uncertain how much time had passed. One time it had been early morning and the next moment that he was aware of it was dark and the fire Gandalf had lit had burned low.

Bad things.

What bad things?

Kili shook his head.

I’ve had these visions too, Kili. I know most of what you saw, but you must share your visions with me. Together we might see a path forward that neither of us would see alone.

Kili pulled his legs tighter to his body and fidgeted with the hem of his braccae.

Are you there?

Kili shook his head. No. I’m not. I’m on an island I think. And I’m a lot older. I have a beard. He touched his chin. And tattoos like yours. And many rings.

Gandalf nodded.

There’s a battle. It’s in a valley and—

Who’s fighting? What banners did you See?

I don’t know…

Try to see those next time. Every little detail can matter.

Okay, Kili nodded.

—o—

The battle is in a valley between two large hills that have snow on their peaks. It’s cloudy. But there are fires that melt the snow in the valley. There is smoke. That makes it hard to see. Kili rubbed his eyes as if the smoke was still burning them. There are many different banners, but most of them belong to two different types. There is a red dragon on a white field. That one is often paired with three golden crowns on a blue field. They seem to be fighting against men carrying a black flag bearing a silver shield inscribed with a black two headed eagle.

Which side is winning?

The one carrying the eagle banner.

How do you know?

They are pushing back the other fighters. It almost seems like the side with the dragon are giving up. There is a spot where they are pushing forward. That is where the fighting is the fiercest. It all centers around a knight who is wearing a blue surcoat decorated with three crowns. At his side is a man carrying a shield with a five pointed star. They’re fighting well and hard, but they are only really managing to keep their ground. Sometimes they gain a foot only to lose it again.

And this is how you’ve seen it before?

Yes. Sometimes he’s wearing a different surcoat, one of white with the red dragon, but he’s always in the center of the fight, with that knight at his side.

What happens then?

The knight in the blue coat falls. A knight dressed in black has pierced his side with a lance. Sometimes he uses a strange curving dagger, but the knight in black always stabs the knight in blue. Everyone rallies around the fallen knight. He is dragged back through his own army by the man wearing the star. They do not stop when they are free of the fighting. They get on a horse and they go to the sea. Sometimes a boat appears, sometimes it does not, but the knight always dies. The knight with the star always screams in grief and clutches the body of his friend.

And what about you? You said you were on an island.

I was. But once the knight dies I am drowning.

—o—

Fili stared at the sword that was embedded in the large rock.

No one can get it out.

It was put there by Gandalf.

The devil is more like.

I don't even think it’s real. I think the sword ends at the rock.

Everyone around him was talking about the stone. But their voices fade to a hum, like the buzz of a fly that will not leave you alone, annoying, but not the end of the world.

They were all gathered together for the choosing of a new king. There had been civil war for seven of the nineteen years since King Uther had died. Everyone was dressed in their livery and standing in clusters, refusing to mix with people serving other lords. Fili was not even supposed to be there, but Thorin’s squire had fallen ill at the last minute leaving him with the option of taking Fili as his squire, or traveling alone. And Thorin planned on participating in the tournament that was meant to serve as a distraction and a consolation for those who could not draw the sword for the stone, so he needed someone to help him put his armor on.

Fili! What are you doing!

Fili startled, but he did not stop. His fingers wrapped around the warm leather hilt of the sword. He would later swear in private with a close friend that he felt a rush of power tingle up his arm and into his face. He was scared. But at that moment he just drew the sword. It slid from the stone as easily as if it was coming from a well-oiled scabbard.

Fili stared at the shimmering blade in awe.

—o—

Did you put the sword in the stone?

Of course not! It has been there for generations. Do you really think that I am that old?

Yes.

Cheeky bastard, Gandalf grumbled.

Who did it then?

Who did what now?

Who put the sword in the stone?

Oh. That would be Galadriel.

Who’s she?

Don’t you listen during your lessons? Fool-headed child.

Kili stopped asking questions then. Instead he watched Gandalf’s hands as he cast some complex spell that he refused to explain to Kili. The silver rings on his fingers flashed in the firelight. Dark lines swirled on his skin to disappear beneath the rings and under his clothes.

Kili had a few tattoos of his own now. He was first marked when he first called a vision on command. That one was a simple thin band of black around his right ring finger. The others had come afterwards. At first he could tell you in what order he received them and why he had received them. But now they have all blurred together. He had been angry when he had asked Gandalf about his and Gandalf replied with, I don’t remember. Kili thought he was being purposely difficult. He knows better now.

Kili sat back, the stone wall of the castle cool against his back, and stretched his mind, seeking, searching…

—o—

We can still leave, Bilbo said quietly.

I’m not leaving. What would they say about me then?

Can’t be worse than what they are saying about you now, Thorin growled.

Dwalin nodded his agreement. They were all crowded into the covered cloister. The garden was lush and green. The monks had clearly been tending it carefully. A black robed priest had hurried them into the cloister and away from the public eye.

What about the sword?

We’ll just put the damn thing back. Dwalin pushed off the wall of the fieldstone wall of the church.

And what about the people?

Damn the people.

Fili shook his head. I can’t do that. The stone answered to me.

More like the Devil trying to trap you.

Fili sighed and looked out the narrow window. He would rather be there, in the dry grass fields with the muted scent of earth, grass, and flowers than here in this carefully tended garden. The monks clearly hauled water from a well or from the river to feed the flowers. It was meant to be a sanctuary for the clergy away from the laity. He already wanted to escape everything already and the council meetings once he is crowned will only be worse and he knows that. What would I do if I left?

What you were going to do before the damn sword, Dwalin snapped.

Was there really ever a ‘before’? Fili turned to look at them. When you told me about Uther it already sounded like I was expected to do this someday. If not because of the sword then for some other reason.

It was meant to be your choice, Bilbo answered.

And this wasn’t my choice?

Did you know the sword was going to come out at your touch? Did you do it from a real desire to be king? Or were you just trying it because everyone else was?

Fili turned back to the narrow window. It certainly wasn’t the first two, he replied.

Then you didn’t really choose this.

Fili settled his shoulders and turned away from the outside, from where he would rather be, But I’m going to do this.

—o—

Are you sure that we won’t burst into flames when we try to walk through the door? Kili asked half seriously.

Gandalf stopped walking and scowled, bushy eyebrows sticking out, There will be no ‘try’, Kili. We will be going through those doors. And of course we won’t burst into flames.

But… Kili gestured to his clothes and Gandalfs, We’re what they call pagans.

And?

Kili shrugged. I suppose that would mean that we wouldn’t be allowed in.

Gandalf turned and started walking towards the gray behemoth of the church. I really don’t think their god cares about such things as magic or people who don’t believe in him. He never has cared in my experience.

In your experience? Kili darted after Gandalf. But Gandalf did not answer.

They did not use the main entrance on the west end of the church. Instead they used a small door on the southern side. Kili had been expecting to see what he presumed with a towering interior, but instead was met with a cramped room with very little light.

You’re here then, The priest looked up from where he was adjusting his vestments. I suppose it was too much to hope that you’d be late, have forgotten, or just decided not to come.

Oh, do cheer up, Gandalf chastised. He shed his gray cloak revealing the white robes beneath and leaned his staff in the corner. It’s not like I’m going to hex you. Again.

Kili’s gaze darted from one man to the other. Again? They both ignored him.

Trickery and devilry.

It was magic, Ulric. You can say the word magic without bursting into flames. I had one of your fellow Crows try it, just to make sure.

Ulric frowned. As I said—Devilry.

Without my devilry your church still wouldn’t have a roof.

Ulric grunted and changed the subject. I see you brought a miniature version of yourself to assist you in your mischief.

I think you call them acolytes. Kili is my acolyte.

When Ulric did not respond Gandalf asked, Would you like to do your bit first?

Since my ‘bit’ is the only part that matters… Yes.

Ready?

Ulric nodded.

Kili?

Kili nodded tightly.

Ulric ushered Kili and Gandalf out the door. When they left the sacristy the priest locked the door behind them.

—o—

Fili did his best to ignore the crowd standing at his back. The cathedral was packed from wall to wall and down the entire length of the nave.

Just breathe, Thorin instructed and Fili forced himself to take a deep breath.

He kept his eyes fixed on the large crucifix hanging from a heavy wooden ceiling beam. He had asked why he had to be crowned in a Christian church when he was not a Christian. It had not really been explained to him, but the old wizard made it clear that it would be happening if Fili wanted to hold the throne because if he was to rule both Christians and those who still worshiped the old gods then he would have to be acknowledged by both institutions.

There was the sound of a door closing. Fili dragged his eyes away from the cross to see … not the bishop that he had been expecting. Instead he saw a tall young man, probably his own age, maybe a little younger, with wild dark hair. He was dressed in black clothes bearing traces of silver embroidery; a silver necklace's mirrored surface flashed light into Fili’s eyes. His hands were adorned with rings and dark lines, made with coal? More lines flickered behind the collar of the young man’s shirt. His dark eyes met Fili’s and Fili saw that the man was as nervous as Fili was.

Behind him was the old wizard Gandalf.

And then, finally, the bishop. His vestments were white with a purple and gold chasuble. His pectoral cross and ring were golden and quite large. They commanded attention in the way that the silver jewelry worn by Gandalf and the other man did not.

Fili forced himself to breathe. Only then did he notice that music was playing. When had that started?

—o—

Kili stopped walking at Gandalf’s command. He stood one step lower than Gandalf and to his left. He did not miss the fact that the bishop had positioned himself one step higher than Gandalf, but even with that added height he was still shorter than the wizard.

We are gathered here today…

The bishop started speaking. And Kili stopped listening, but he did catch the tones of discontent, something about the coronation being rushed and things not being as they should be. It looked elaborate enough. Kili watched Gandalf out of the corner of his eye; waiting for a signal.

The boy being crowned king was younger than Kili had expected. Beardless, young, and shorter than those that stood behind him, Kili assumed they were his advisers and closest supporters (doubling as bodyguards, presumably).

He had expected something more.

More of what? He was not sure exactly.

But he had drawn the sword from the stone. Gandalf had not explained how that magic had worked, only that someone pure of heart, with pure intentions could do it. He’s probably the most boring person to ever exist then, Kili had replied, to Gandalf’s amusement.

The crowd beyond him was hazy with the heavy smoke of incense, the scent settling on and filling Kili’s senses, and candles. The windows were small and placed high in the walls.

This boy—soon-to-be King, Kili reminded himself—was watching the proceedings with a steady gaze. It was the twitch of his fingers, tapping out a rhythm against his thigh, that gave him away.

The signal interrupted Kili’s musings; he would have plenty of time later to consider what was making the king-to-be nervous.

Kili nodded to a young courtier who proffered a purple velvet pillow. On the pillow rested a dark crown in the shape of stag’s horns. Kili’s fingers turned the tufts of fabric as they grazed the pillow, leaving trails in his wake.

His knees nearly buckled when he touched the crown. The visions came hard and fast, many different moments all at once.

Kili’s hands lifting the crown from that golden head in a different space. A dark stone room lit by candles and populated by only two people.

Kili carefully disentangling golden strands of hair from the tines of the crown.

The crown being hastily tossed aside for a press of flesh and warmth.

Settling the crown on the king’s head, the same king standing before him now, but older.

Carefully securing the crown to a helmet with trembling fingers.

The crown falling to the ground to be trampled in mud made from blood.

The …

Gandalf’s hand on Kili’s shoulder brought a halt to the visions.

Kili’s hands shook as he carefully placed the crown in Gandalf’s waiting hands.

—o—

Fili saw the widening of the young man’s eyes as they unfocused, staring into something that Fili could not see.

—o—

The priest spoke at length. He anointed the new king’s head with a rich, thick smelling oil. The king agreed to do whatever it was that the priest asked him to do and then the crown was placed upon his head.

Rise, King Felix, son of Uther Pendragon.

Felix Pendragon.

Kili could feel a few more things in his head clicking into place with the realization of who this new king was.

—o—

The full moon was bright enough that it blurred out any stars that would normally appear in that part of the sky. The rest twinkled merrily except for the couple of bright points that did not twinkle. Instead, those points burned steadily as they made their way across the sky. The bright moon and the lack of clouds meant that Kili could see everything in the stone circle clearly. It was a recumbent stone circle. Thick pines with their sentinel-esque trunks crowded close on the north side where they marched up the gentle slope. To the south the moonlight created pockets of darkness in the expansive view. Each dry hillock or bunch of purple heather or yellow grose made the landscape new and mysterious in the monotone light.

Kili checked his pocket for the vials of ash, salt, and oil to symbolize fire, earth, and air.

There was a cool breeze, but after the warmth of the day it was a welcome change.

The uprights were arranged in a loose circle around the massive recumbent slab of sarsen. A tall upright stood at either end of it. They stood taller than those of the perimeter circle. Kili leaned against the sarsen stone, which was still warm from the day. The large stone was incised with spiraling designs. In many places they were filled in with a blue-green lichen that Kili picked away as he waited. The other stones were plain to contrast with this, the most important stone. The circle was set apart from the surrounding hilltop with a ring cairn that alternated between red and white stones, but, in the darkness, they looked to be gray and white.

Gandalf’s staff pushing aside the foliage alerted Kili to their presence before they arrived.It was just to be the two of them and Fili.

The stag horn crown was tipped and askew when Fili stumbled into the stone circle.

Is it just us?

At the same time Gandalf and Kili looked to the sky.

We are the only witnesses, Gandalf replied. An answer which did little to answer Fili’s question by the look on his face. Fili looked around the circle at the gray and black landscape before putting forth another question.

What is this place?

Don’t you know about the stone circles? Kili’s question thick with disbelief is through his lips before he can even think of stopping it.

Should I?

They’re just… they are… Kili looked to Gandalf for help, his mind having gone blank with surprise.

The stone circles mark places where the fabric between worlds has grown thin.

Thin? Fili looked over his shoulder as if expecting a monster to leap forth.

There’s nothing to be afraid of, Gandalf assured him. The other worlds hold nothing that you need to fear.

He continued, In places like this our magic is stronger. The further we are from these points the weaker our spells will be.

So magic comes from those other worlds?

Gandalf does not answer. Because these are where we are our strongest it is where your real coronation should take place.

I don’t have to pass through into one of those other worlds, do I? Fili asked nervously.

Gandalf looked over his shoulder to look at Kili with an expression that said volumes. Clearly Fili’s education was lacking in this department. It would be Kili’s job to correct that as soon as possible.

Do you have the items?

Kili nodded and handed over the small glass vials.

You stand here. Kili pointed to a spot on the northwestern side of the stone. Put your crown on the stone, in the center. And then keep both of your hands on the stone.

Kili did not miss the tremor in Fili’s hands as he placed the dark bronze crown in the slight depression. Fili bent close to inspect the same designs that Kili had been tracing only minutes before.

Take off your tunic, Gandalf ordered.

Fili hesitated, but pulled the light tunic over his head. The motion flipped his curls in different directions. His shoulders shuddered in a shiver.

Gandalf’s words rumble through the stones and reverberate through their bones.

Kili felt the words more than he could hear them.

Fili dropped his head forward, shoulders around his ears. His exhale was visible through the sagging of his chest.

The moon seemed brighter and closer, but the shadows deepened, spread, and reached out with dark fingers.

Gandalf spilled the contents of the vial into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil, salt, and ash together.

His voice deepened. Kili’s legs quaked. Fili fell to his knees, but his hands stayed firmly planted on the stone, his fingertips digging into the stone, lichen beneath his fingernails.

Gandalf’s words became a chant and he smeared the mixture on Fili’s face from his forehead, across his cheekbones, and over his lips. The dark streaks of ash are thickest at his brow and thin out as they continue down his face and following Gandalf’s hands onto Fili’s shoulders, down his arms, and onto the stone, ending at the bronze crown. Gray smudges marred its shiny surface.

Gandalf grabbed Fili’s hands and nodded for Kili to place his own hands over both of theirs. Together they wrapped Fili’s stiff and shaking fingers around the crown and guided them to place the crown on Fili’s head.

Gandalf stopped chanting then. But it took several long moments for his words to fade as they sank into the stones, the earth, and their bones. And then all that was left was the shaky sick feeling in the pit of Kili’s stomach and the weakness in his limbs.

They pulled their hands away from Fili’s and lowered them slowly.

It is done, Gandalf said.

The grains of salt sparkled in the oil on Fili’s skin. He started to rise, but stumbled. Kili caught him by the arm.

I think I’m going to be sick, Fili groaned.

Deep breathes, Kili coached. The first time with magic can do that. It does get better. But that was something very powerful. I don’t feel so well myself.

Fili bent double with his hands on his knees, head hanging as he took deep, slow breaths.

Kili turned to ask Gandalf a question.

But the stone circle was empty except for the two of them. The oil on the recumbent stone glistened wetly. It seemed to Kili that the moon had been trapped in the oil, trapped on Fili’s skin.

#Gathering 12 Days 2022 #FiKi #Fili/Kili #Durincest #The Hobbit

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months

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Admiral Jackson "Volcano" Vesper. He'll feature throughout Hearing Problems in flashbacks, and as such I need to get this up before chapter 8 is finished. He will also present as a main antagonist when I write Any Way The Wind Blows.

Possibly the most unhinged villain I've ever created. Bit proud of him, to be honest. Only a bit. For the most part, he just gives me the full-on heebie jeebies.

I used Bing AI to generate his likeness because I really wanted something accurate, once I can get a bit better at photo editing on gimp or get back into drawing again (time and stress are huge issues where that's concerned), I'll do better.

Name: Jackson "Volcano" Vesper

Age: late 50s to early 60s at death

Appearance:

Willem Dafoe for face claim, heavily edited in FaceApp; anime image generated through Bing AI

Black suit, white tie, white admiral's coat. Carries a sabre, a large bowie knife, and a standard issue flintlock pistol. Always at least a dash of crazy buried in his one remaining eye.

Black hair streaked with white. Right eye is bright turquoise, left eye is missing completely with heaby tissue damage around the socket. May or may not wear a false eye if the mood strikes, usually solid black if he does. Black and white goatee. Heavy burn scarring on left side of face, heavy tissue damage to left ear. Lean build. 6'2" height.

Personality:

While capable of putting on enough charm to keep suspicion of him and his goals manageably low, he is known for having an incredibly short temper. Mastermind when it comes to planning operations, but all but loses his mind when his plans don't come to fruition, part of what earned his monicker of 'Volcano'—he can and will blow his top at a moment's notice of everything around him isn’t perfectly in order, and there's a chance that heads will literally roll. Or burn. Whichever.

His explosive temper has led his subordinates as well as some of his superiors to fear him, which helped him move quickly through the Marine ranks and achieve the position of admiral at the age of forty. When he's stable (as stable as ge can be), he comes across soft spoken, eloquent, and levelheaded, if not downright charismatic; amd as such, incredibly manipulative. Not at all outwardly self-conscious about his scars and flaws, instead wearing them like a badge of honor; but alone, can't stand the sight of his own reflection, a constant reminder of the vengeance he has sought for decades that continues to evade him.

Pure hatred for pirates and anything to do with them, firmly oposing the warlord system for example and not shy about voicing his opinions on the matter. Strong of both will and body, he was banned from attending warlord meetings early on in his career as an Admiral, as his snide comments would often turn the meetings physically violent in a matter of minutes, and he absolutely reveled in the oportunity to see any pirate—government sanctioned or not—dead.

Abolities/Powers:

Haki: Conquerer's Haki and Armament Haki exclusively, better with the former than the latter.

Devil Fruit: Mera Mera no Mi (Logia type, fire, precursor to Ace). Has had decades to become adept with the fruit; found on one of several expiditions searching for clues as to the whereabouts of his self-proclaimed mortal enemy Helena "The Siren" Lionne, he recognized it as a gift from some unknown higher power that could help him combat the woman's prowess with her own devil fruit (Mizu Mizu no Mi, water) and consumed it without reporting it to the World Government, at around the age of 30 while he was still a vice admiral. He was heavily reprimanded for doing so but otherwise unpunished as he gave the reason that he intended to use his newfound powers not to strengthen himself but the Marines as a whole. Not the first time and definitely not the last that his charisma would get him out of trouble. Easily as adept as Ace is with the fruit later, if not even moreso, having had decades to master it.

Charisma/speech/manipulation: Slick bastard can talk his way out of any situation, make even the least gullible of people believe any lie he feeds them.

Blades: Trained from his youth by his father, a now deceased Marine Admiral, Vesper can use nearly any weapon with a blade adeptly. Temds toward one-handed weapons to keep one hand free to direct and control his devil fruit abilities.

Relationships:

Helena Lionne (OC): Vesper was an eighteen year old cadet stationed as a guard at Marineford when Helena Lionne plowed through the gates and tossed the severed head of his father at the front steps as a warning (his father, Jackson Magnus, had murdered the pirate captain's first mate without fair trial after taking her prisoner in the middle of negotiations; Vesper was unaware of the details and didn't particularly care to know them, anyway). The forces at Marineford were wholly unprepared for the unexpected assault from the dangerous pirate, and she easily escaped with her ship and the rest of her crew, but not before causing billions of berries in damages and taking the lives of several pursuing Marines. Vesper himself was caught in an explosion set off from a powder keg, resulting in the permanant disfigurement of the left side of his face, neck, shoulder, and upper torso/left arm. He lost his father and several friends and comrades to Helena's vengeance—and hos life's aim became to exact his own vengeance in return. He considers her the most vile pirate he has ever encountered.

Lyon D. Rollo (OC): Lyon knew next to nothing about Vesper when he attacked his ship, and wouldn't learn more for at least two decades. Vesper saw Lyon as nothing more than a tool to use in his hunt for Helena; essentially intended to torture him for information and kill him when his usefulness expired.

Monkey D. Garp: At one time Vesper respected Garp as the pinnacle of what a Marine should be—his superior was a ruthless, powerful presence, responsible even for taking down Gold Roger himself. Vesper, a captain by then in his late twenties to early thirties or so, was present in the crowd at the execution. It was here, after Roger's final words sparked an immediate influx in piracy, that Vesper first approached Garp and all but begged the older man to mentor him. At the time had no knowledge of Garp's close relationship with Helena, only knew that Garp was the only marine that had ever managed to capture the witch. His suspicion of Garp became prevalent when Vesper recognized Lyon D. Rollo and set out to go after the young captain; Lyon bore a striking resemblance in both countenance and namesake to Helena Lionne, and Vesper was vetond certain he had to be her son, and thus a potential source of information. By this point Vesper was an admiral in his late 40s, amd Garp was second in command on his ship when he led the expedition. Vesper killed more than half of Lyon's crew to get to him, before Garp, in an act of insubordination, was unable to restrain himself; he knocked out the admiral with a strong left hook and called for a ceasefire, allowing Lyon and what little remained of his crew to escape his sinking ship on a dinghy. This left Vesper suspicious of Garp, his mentor and one of his closest friends.

Gaspard DesLauriers (OC): A marine captain, possessor of the Mofu Mofu no Mi (Zoan type, morphing physical features, human type only), who would become the permanent second in command of Vesper, and the Admiral's only confidant. Gaspard both feared and respected the Admiral beyond all measure, and assisted heavily from Marineford in the unsanctioned operation that Vesper led to Conch Cove when he finally discovered where Helena had been hiding for all these years.

Karimi Lionne (OC): The granddaughter of Helena, who Vesper discovered when the girl snuck out of her hiding place during the attack on Conch Cove while her grandmother was in a bad position and managed to sever his first mate's achilles tendon with a throwing knife. Her resemblance to Helena was uncanny and it left no question of who she was. Vesper responded by quickly taking the girl hostage and using her as a bargaining chip—he could either kill the girl and take Helena's life by force, or Helena could give herself up willingly and allow her granddaughter a chance at life. Helena gave in immediately when Vesper began to cut into her granddaughter's neck with his bowie knife. Vesper slaughtered and took Helena's head right in front of her, and told her she would be allowed to live—provided she could find her own way off the ruined island. He left her there, content that his retribution had been delivered in spades, content with the fact that he and his entire crew would likely be executed on their return to Marineford, where he would toss the bitch's head at the front doors just as she had done his father's decades earlier.

#opla #one piece #one piece oc #opla oc #original character #one piece fan fiction #opla fan fiction

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aftmostreaper · 2 years

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Fiancé Ch.4

Oh god...

/this was just sitting on my drafts/

Dashing through the halls, Jett passed through many doors and corridors as she held her hand, blood seeping in-between her fingers and dripping onto the concrete floors.

Drawing a sharp breath, she turned the corner to the hall of the med bay.

Bursting through the door without a second thought, she cried out for their healer, the tight grip on her hand not once loosening as the stinging pain throbbed once more, “Sage! I cut my hand accidentally”

But instead of the gentle voice she was expecting, she was hit on the shoulder with a roll of gauze and one of the voices that almost everyone dreads hearing- Viper’s “You could’ve atleast tried to stop the bleeding with something other than just your fucking hand” whipping her around with eyes wide, she tried to explain as calmly as she could,“I’msorryIthappenedsosuddenlyandipanickedandithurtsomuchso-”

“You know where the sink is” Cutting her off, Viper walked back to the desk, sighing as she sat down.

—

Time skip-

“Sooo.. uhmm.. What happened in here?” Jett asked whilst wrapping the gauze around her hand tightly as she walked towards the unconscious trio, her head tilted to the side with a brow slightly raised..

After a short pause, Viper replied, “I’m not really sure…But It had something to do with that guy over there” gesturing towards the man Chamber had brought in with him.

Leaning down on the man, Jett took a closer look at him, “Kinda looks like that one café owner that makes great cheesecakes” picking the comment up, Viper perked up, “Elaborate”

“Well… there is this one café place that I like to go to and the owner pretty much looks like this guy here”

“Interesting…” she thought out loud

“Welp, Im off to look at phoenix doing stupid things” the wind girl hollered out before flying out of the room

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Y pov

“Welp, I'm off to look at phoenix doing stupid things”

An unfamiliar voice rang across the vast darkness I was in.

My body felt like it was heavier than normal, but at least I had regained my consciousness.

“How long was I out?”

My own thoughts echoed in my mind. My throat felt dry as the desert of Sahara, and my memory of why I blacked out was as blank as the white canvas in my bedroom.

With a deep breath in, I tried to open up my eyes, the blinding light from a lightbulb directly up ahead causing me to squint and throw my head to the side

The action disoriented me for a second but as the burr in my vision cleared out, I was met with the face of my beloved fiancé. A smile tugged on my lips when my eyes set upon his closed ones.

“You finally decided to get some sleep huh?”

The thought quickly passed my mind as I breathed out a contented sigh

“But.. since when was my room so bright? When did we get two beds? Has my room always smelled of disinfectant?”

Sensing the anomalies, my formerly calm brain now rushed like water in a raging river, thoughts of being kidnapped and being sacrificed to a cult's god howling like a hurricane in my mind

Without thinking twice, I quickly sat up and hurriedly whipped my head in all directions, breaths quick and eyes darting around the place to find anything that could help me identify where we were taken to. But everything was proven worthless when a wave of dizziness hit my head like a truck.

Groaning, I held a hand to my head, taking deep, shallow breaths.

“Calm down, Calm down and think.. ca-”

“Calm down L/n” an all too familiar voice pierced through the air and into my brain. My body immediately froze up as I heard my former supervisor’s voice.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #gay fanfiction #valorant fanfiction #fanfic #valorant-x-reader #Valorant

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esther-dot · 2 years

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Why of all the Lil Starks Rickon has a black and green direwolf?

I don't know! The black and green thing, especially the comments about green fire, are concerning because of where else they appear. Quotes beneath the cut:

In the yard below, Rickon ran with the wolves.

Bran watched from his window seat. Wherever the boy went, Grey Wind was there first, loping ahead to cut him off, until Rickon saw him, screamed in delight, and went pelting off in another direction. Shaggydog ran at his heels, spinning and snapping if the other wolves came too close. His fur had darkened until he was all black, and his eyes were green fire. Bran's Summer came last. He was silver and smoke, with eyes of yellow gold that saw all there was to see. Smaller than Grey Wind, and more wary. Bran thought he was the smartest of the litter. He could hear his brother's breathless laughter as Rickon dashed across the hard-packed earth on little baby legs. (AGOT, Bran IV)

From the first instance, it’s paired with aggression, and the pairing of those colors and violence continues through AGOT:

Robb had been holding his breath. He let it out with a sigh and called, "Grey Wind." His direwolf moved to him, swift and silent. Now there was only Shaggy dog, rumbling at the small man, his eyes burning like green fire. (AGOT, Bran IV)

it even pops up in relation to Cersei?

How could they have all been so blind? The truth was there in front of them all the time, written on the children's faces. Ned felt sick. "I remember Robert as he was the day he took the throne, every inch a king," he said quietly. "A thousand other women might have loved him with all their hearts. What did he do to make you hate him so?"

Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. "The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister's name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna." (AGOT, Eddard XII)

So, I think from early on, we know that the green flames description is bad news, and it comes up again in this passage which is disturbing to read for a few reasons:

Maester Luwin stepped toward the open sepulchre, torch in hand. "As you see, he's not here. Nor will he be, for many a year. Dreams are only dreams, child." He thrust his arm into the blackness inside the tomb, as into the mouth of some great beast. "Do you see? It's quite empt—"

The darkness sprang at him, snarling.

Bran saw eyes like green fire, a flash of teeth, fur as black as the pit around them. Maester Luwin yelled and threw up his hands. The torch went flying from his fingers, caromed off the stone face of Brandon Stark, and tumbled to the statue's feet, the flames licking up his legs. In the drunken shifting torchlight, they saw Luwin struggling with the direwolf, beating at his muzzle with one hand while the jaws closed on the other.

"Summer!" Bran screamed.

And Summer came, shooting from the dimness behind them, a leaping shadow. He slammed into Shaggydog and knocked him back, and the two direwolves rolled over and over in a tangle of grey and black fur, snapping and biting at each other, while Maester Luwin struggled to his knees, his arm torn and bloody. Osha propped Bran up against Lord Rickard's stone wolf as she hurried to assist the maester. In the light of the guttering torch, shadow wolves twenty feet tall fought on the wall and roof.

"Shaggy," a small voice called. When Bran looked up, his little brother was standing in the mouth of Father's tomb. With one final snap at Summer's face, Shaggydog broke off and bounded to Rickon's side. "You let my father be," Rickon warned Luwin. "You let him be." (AGOT, Bran VII)

Describing Shaggy's eyes as green flame is just a blaring "not good," and then for him to attack an innocent man, and for a statue of Brandon to burn, for him to fight his littermate, and then the talk of the shadows of wolves... it feels like everything here is full of significance although I'm not sure what it is!

It’s pretty common for fans to assume that Rickon will be even wilder when he returns because of the way the direwolves convey so much about their human counterpart, but this feels much darker than that kind of spec and there is something very interesting about this line:

His baby brother had been wild as a winter storm since he learned Robb was riding off to war, weeping and angry by turns. He'd refused to eat, cried and screamed for most of a night, even punched Old Nan when she tried to sing him to sleep, and the next day he'd vanished. Robb had set half the castle searching for him, and when at last they'd found him down in the crypts, Rickon had slashed at them with a rusted iron sword he'd snatched from a dead king's hand, and Shaggydog had come slavering out of the darkness like a green-eyed demon. The wolf was near as wild as Rickon; he'd bitten Gage on the arm and torn a chunk of flesh from Mikken's thigh. It had taken Robb himself and Grey Wind to bring him to bay. Farlen had the black wolf chained up in the kennels now, and Rickon cried all the more for being without him. (AGOT, Bran VI)

I suppose leaping form behind a dead king could be about Rickon inheriting the North after Robb’s death, and I always did like that idea although I’m not sure I’ve ever read meta on it, but to me, the littermate fight and the coming Northern succession crisis made tension between brothers come to mind. It doesn’t work though, because of the age issue (Rickon is very young), but all the same, the brother v brother thing in ASOIAF is big, and Shaggydog being a threat is certainly emphasized past AGOT:

The shouts and splashes soon drew others: Palla the kennel girl, Cayn's boy Calon, TomToo whose father Fat Tom had died with Bran's father at King's Landing. Before very long, every one of them was soaked and muddy. Palla was brown from head to heel, with moss in her hair, breathless from laughter. Bran had not heard so much laughing since the night the bloody raven came. If I had my legs, I'd knock all of them into the water, he thought bitterly. No one would ever be lord of the crossing but me.

Finally Rickon came running into the godswood, Shaggydog at his heels. He watched Turnip and Little Walder struggle for the stick until Turnip lost his footing and went in with a huge splash, arms waving. Rickon yelled, "Me! Me now! I want to play!" Little Walder beckoned him on, and Shaggydog started to follow. "No, Shaggy," his brother commanded. "Wolves can't play. You stay with Bran." And he did . . . . . . until Little Walder had smacked Rickon with the stick, square across his belly. Before Bran could blink, the black wolf was flying over the plank, there was blood in the water, the Walders were shrieking red murder, Rickon sat in the mud laughing, and Hodor came lumbering in shouting "Hodor! Hodor! Hodor!" (ACOK, Bran I)

Most fans believe the plans for the books evolved a lot over the years so that there is foreshadowing for things that will never happen, maybe we can chalk it up to that? It’s very strange to me though because the green flame is consistently used by Martin, so I have a hard time believing he didn’t include that for a specific purpose. It pops up with Cersei, Tyrion, and in Davos chapters, so for it to first be in Shaggydog’s eyes is very strange. When the green flame occurs in Tyrion and Cersei’s chapters in relation to wildfire, dragonfire comes up, so it is all definitely entwined in some form in Martin’s mind even if what he had been entertaining at one point was long since abandoned.

It’s interesting though, that of all the direwolves, it is Ghost and Shaggydog’s coloring that stands out and reads as particularly significant. Ghost being associated with the heart tree, and Shaggydog with flame feels potentially significant, but why they’re the ones who are so singled out, I don’t know.

I read those lines and think it’s odd, but I have nothing helpful to say on the subject. Sorry! 😂

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slytherinocicat What if... Templeton Peck finds himself accidentally inside a certain black Pontiac named K.I.T.T.?

@slytherinocicat

Templeton Peck has always felt the concept of ownership to be a bit…nebulous, especially in emergencies. Even the Catholic Catechism made exceptions under the definition of ‘theft’, citing emergencies and survival as exemptions. Besides, the lanky driver was dumb enough to go into the bar without closing his car’s door, and Face just needed to get a few blocks away in a new car. That would be enough to throw Crazy Al’s goons off his trail. Then he would leave the car somewhere nice and prominent for the police to find, so it could quickly be returned to its owner. Already starting to feel Father Magill’s spirit glowering at him for his loose interpretation of the Catechism, Face slid into the driver’s seat of the Trans Am, and closed the door. Then he froze, taking in the elaborate dashboard in front of him. “What in the world?” He muttered, trying to locate anything on the dash that looked vaguely familiar. “Oh no….” A decidedly mechanical voice emitted from somewhere near his elbow. “Not again.” Face jumped, slamming the top of his head into the low-slung ceiling. One hand automatically went to the forming goose egg as he looked around for the speaker. “What?!” “You’re trying to steal me because Michael was careless enough to leave the door open in a crime haven like Los Angeles.” “Borrow!” Face automatically justified, finally spotting some red lines on the console that seemed to move in tandem with the voice. “It’s an emergency and I was going to leave yo…am I arguing with a car right now?” “Hmm…” The car made an almost-human sound, “While I resent such a primitive description, for the sake of your understanding that explanation will do for the moment.” “A car with attitude.” Face tilted his head. “If you need my assistance, as you claim, kindly refrain from calling me a ‘car’. It is tolerable as a descriptor, but not as a name. Unless you want me to go around calling you ‘human’? You may use KITT if you need.” Kitt paused to let his point sink in. Then he continued. “I make a point not to aid criminals, but if it is an emergency… well… that might be different. What kind of emergency do you have?” Face blinked, eyes shooting over toward the bar door. The car’s…Kitt’s driver…was still inside. “Well… Kitt…” He attempted the name, “There’s this guy named Crazy Al—” “Yes. He runs gambling halls, doesn’t he?” “Among other things.” Face meekly accepted his current predicament, talking to a car apparently up to date on the local criminal underworld. It was not that strange, he tried to reason. He was best friends with Murdock after all… and if Murdock’s antics were still tolerable, then how bad could this situation be? “What is your business with Crazy Al?” Kitt patiently continued his interrogation. Face glanced out of the windows, nervously eyeing the corner he had come around. “I was working with his crew undercover to bust up his operations and I got caught. Now Crazy Al’s plans for me involve a one-way trip into the Mojave that I’d rather not take.” “Undercover? Are you with the police?” “Um… Independent operator but you could say I work in conjunction with the police.” Face barely finished speaking when his eyes widened, and he slid lower into the seat. “Aaaand… there’s Alex, his leg breaker.” Without being asked, Kitt automatically tinted the windows until it was almost completely dark in the cabin. Then he discreetly snapped a photo of the hooligan, and added it to his databanks. “That’s…. useful…” Face had to comment, uneasily glancing at the blacked-out windows and his own eerily red reflection, illuminated by the dashboard lights. “It is.” Kitt agreed calmly. “Do you need to go to the police station then?” “No!” Face blurted out before scrambling to maintain his persona, “Me walking into a police station under my own power will blow what’s left of my cover to the four winds. I just need to lose Alex—go a few blocks over maybe and disappear into a mall or some other crowded space. I can call for back-up from a payphone there.” “There is a mall just over two miles from our location. I can drive you there and be back before Michael needs me again.” Kitt had already made the decision, and started his engine before Face could agree, or even say anything. Face stiffened again when the car, without any prompting from him, pulled out of the bar’s parking lot and headed for the main road. Then he whistled under his breath, “I know a guy who would love to meet the person who designed you.” “While the doctor who designed me is always grateful to network with colleagues, such a meeting would never work. Most of my specifications are classified.” “You’re not military, are you?” Face narrowed his eyes, mentally forcing himself to disconnect from the uncanny idea that he was chatting to a dashboard. He just had to imagine that Murdock had a radio somewhere and was fiddling around—it made this bizarre scenario easier to cope with. “No.” Kitt assured him, “But we work in conjunction with the military. FLAG is a non-profit organization.” Kitt’s causal mention of his parent company broke into the conversation, and Face relaxed slightly. “I’ve heard of FLAG before. In a way, you all work in the same field that I work in.” That was a massive stretch, but truth did linger under his words. Both FLAG and the A-Team focused on helping people, and going after the bad guys too big for the average person to touch. They just happened to exist on opposite sides of the law. “Since I do not know much about what you do, I cannot confirm that, but I would say that our goals seem to align.” Kitt stated as he pulled into the mall’s parking lot. A moment later, he pulled up to the main entrance. Popping the door open, he stated. “Alex should still be searching near the bar, but I recommend that you call your backup quickly. Men of his class are often dangerously creative.” Face wasted no time sliding out of the Trans Am, equally relieved to have a few miles between himself and the leg breaker, and to get out of the unearthly contraption masquerading as a Pontiac. “Eer…” He went to straighten his rumpled jacket. “Do you need me to call anyone for you or can you get back on your own?” It was a dumb question to ask, seeing as the car had driven them out here with no assistance from him, but he had no experience with these kinds of vehicles. The Vette did not have conversations with him, or suggest escape plans. “I can get back on my own, but your concern is appreciated.” Face was not sure how much a talking car could appreciate concern, or any other human emotion, but he still nodded. “Well…thank you for your help Kitt. Do me a favor and not mention this to anyone? It’ll be safer for everyone.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Also… I… em… apologize for trying to borrow you.” “I believe the term is ‘steal’, but, as you said, it was an emergency. And I will be discrete. Now you should get inside before anything else happens.” Face nodded, and quickly closed the door. Kitt waited until the man vanished through the mall entrance and, presumably, disappeared into the crowds of Saturday shoppers. Then he pulled out of the parking lot, and drove himself back to the bar. Michael looked up when Kitt pulled up next to the payphone he had run too. “Hold on Devon—Kitt just drove up.” Tucking the phone against his shoulder, he glared at the car. “Where did you go, Kitt?” “I had to run an errand, Michael.” Kitt stated calmly. “Though I could have been stolen—and it would be an appropriate outcome seeing as you left my door open again!” Michael tucked the phone back against his ear. “He’s fine—apparently he decided to take up running errands on his own time.” He hung up quickly, not waiting for Devon’s exasperated reply. Pushing out of the booth, he trotted over to Kitt. “Since when did you start taking off to the drug store without me?” he demanded, sliding into his seat. Then he sniffed and frowned, “And when was someone wearing cologne in here?” “It was an emergency, Michael.” Kitt began before adding, “But I did see one notable figure in the area while I was in surveillance mode.” He printed out a photo of Alex. “That’s Alex Jonesburgh—he’s Crazy Al’s top man!” “I saw him on the corner across from the bar. Do you want to see if he is still in the neighborhood?” “Might as well.” Michael casually draped his hands over the steering yoke. “The bar didn’t pan out, but if we can help the cops nab that jerk then I won’t go back to Devon empty-handed.” The field agent frowned again, and wiped at his nose. “But I still want to know why it smells like cologne in here, Kitt.”

#Muse: Templeton 'Face Man' Peck #anon response #thanks for the idea #it was fun!#a-team #KnightRider #crossover #KITT #and yes the Catholic Catechism does make exceptions for things like stealing an apple so you won't starve #but Face is just taking that loophole and expanding it substantially XD

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