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getodrools · 21 days

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you should write some smut for the girls :3 yuki and shoko are my favs 😚

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ nonnie. me too. meeeee too. there needs to be more wlw work for these pretty girls sooo bad, they are just so freakin’ hot omgeee ! ! ♡

★ ┆ GIRLS GIRL .ᐟ ──────── SHOKO &’ YUKI ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, separate smut, wlw, overstimulation, scissoring, usage of : double-sided dildo + vibrators, &’ all warnings will be noted and will vary on each character. . . ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.2K + |

͙͘͡★ SHOKO IEIRI!

❥ double-sided dildo, scrissoring, squirting, just a filthy mess, &’ praising.

Splat! GLRK! Splat!

With a series of fast, sawing strokes, all you could hear was your wet core squelch against Shoko's every time you'd meet at the middle. Right at the midsection of that pink, rubbery cock jammed up your pussies… Puffy hoods kissing when you would, only to watch the sappy mess you created to string along when you both pull back; watching how her slick tangled with yours ‘till it snapped.

Holding a keen vice along the plush of her thighs, you squeeze at the meat at every rushing thrust.

Filling each other to the brim; the entirety of your soft channels awash in sappy fluids that drain down the flimsy cock in translucent rings. Eliciting a pornographic slosh to echo, no louder than the moans you waft towards each other; fanning punched-out outcries was cooling against tepid skin.

Faces glowing, fucked out and twitching, she puckers out, “Like that pretty girl… Keep going…” She squealed with the last of whatever breath she had and writhed with you.

Shoko’s strong hips cruised with yours in sync, tenderly driving towards you in blissful gusto. And once you plowed to the center at a brisk pace again, Shoko reaches out; grabbing at the back of your neck with a clammy vice to hold you at the middle.

“Fuck baby…〜” Scooting ever so close, legs tweeze jointly, and sweating foreheads knock together, “‘M so close…” Her pelvic bone rolls rhythmically, and the malleable cock plugs in deeper inside gummy walls. Pretty lashes fluttering as the toy sank through soft tightnesses, delving into the hot midsection of your chaste cunts – pushing and filling you both out by the inch ‘till you moaned in unison.

She closes her lower half around you to rub sensitive nerves together; puckered-out nubs mushing along each other in long strides held your focus.

“Cum with me, please…” Shoko gnawed at her lower lip until it blossomed a flushed-out red, and her milky breast jiggled at each languid pant slipping through teeth. There was still a soft mewl left on her gaped mouth as she caved in to kiss at yours, forcing you to swallow each and every moan… So were you, but ridden maw clamored with a slippery tongue — twisting and toying at each other, all you could do was heed forward in ache.

Bemusingly, thighs flexing and going out wide to catch pearly clits, Shoko’s body tenses up beneath your touch.

Your hold along her doughy skin was rough; clipping nails into soft skin ‘till crescents formed, feeling your high creeping up and cradling in the pit of your tummy. Ready to just burst, your walls clench and spasm; everything in a wailing sync, both of you pretty girls form deep parabolas — crying out as the final, ruling roll tugged your highs right out.

““Fuck!”” Hot and needy, Shoko sobbed out as you shook. Though her moans overboarded yours — which only made the attractive rasp in her tone to run through you in heated bliss... You both spat out cum in a furious torrent of seed. Gushing around the toy, and painting each other with glistening needs like a geyser erupting; sweating bodies acclimatized to the brutal forward poundings – your insides buzz at the eye-watering reach to cloud nine.

Shivering, “Shoko… Fuck…” and she agrees, breathless…

͙͘͡★ YUKI TSUKUMO!

❥ dom! yuki, piledriver postion, tribing, vibrators, squirting, &’ overstimulation.

"Atta girl!" Yuki's wry smirk was reaching around her damn head, admiring how you've kept up for so long… “Let's see you make another mess like that again, alright?” Voice cooing out flippantly, almost coyly, she adored most brutal positions in due hours, wrecking you ‘till ache and breathless, yet potent for more…

Yuki kept your knees locked and ankles close to the temples throbbing in your head. Her strong grip was rather pinching to keep your ass perked up just right — but perfect for her to mush herself along your slit with a blue toy sandwiched between messy cunts…

The bulbous rubber vibrating between your folds jittered around like a firecracker.

— No faster than the rubbing she strides with in haste; sweeping up and then back down again, grinding across the length of your cunt in a way that made your cries go on a fathomable onslaught! The forthright and mechanical movements were broken up by rapid, rolling twerks of her strong hips, to temperate mushes from her fat pussy smothering yours.

All brisk, she pushed her ass out to run her clit straight into yours. Catching puffy hoods together, shifting and grinding with twitches and rolls, your head swings in all directions.

The rapid vibrations rumbling through your folds shot to your core — even the wiggle in her hips rubbing lewd punched curses through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, pretty pussy feels so good!” Striving her hips, she pushed from left to right, swinging wide berths with unimaginable ease, “I know that face! Cum f’me.” You jutt forward, “Yuki! Yes—Fuck!” She knew all too well…

Wailing for a safe haven, you pinch and squeeze at fleshy tits swinging like milk bags in your fucked out face.

The blonde woman presses down, firmly pushing mounds of slippery folds together and doughy rump in. Moving ragged, long locks fell over her shoulders as she hauled herself in swirling motions; strong pelvis rolling in vague circular arcs against yours.

The stilted and ragged stirs finally gave way, again. Your jaw was tight as you watched your girlfriend rile herself up into another frenzy watching you below reach a fifth overstimulated high…

Breasts firm and plump in your grasp, you pinch at the soft mass as you spasm.

Pussy leaking with another mess, and glistening outright — all muck splatters against her cunt like an overdue volcano. You whine and toss, but the position you're folded in keeps you from going too far… Yuki licks at her lips, gasping with you, she rumbles out in deep breaths, “Fuck yeah…”

Splats and glrks soon settled. Only soft strides took the rhythm now, and she ground down on your writhed body, “I feel like you can go one more time…” Yuki winked a pretty eye down at you while the toy still whirled around…

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wolffoxnation2 · 2 months

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The Cupid scene but make it unrequited? Valgrace

Meant to finish this yesterday but couldn't get it done in time so heres it now. I'm not completly happy with it but im just glad its done.

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"You cannot lie to Cupid, Leo Valdez. If you let your shame and sadness rule you...well, your fate will be even sadder than mine," Favonius said, and Leo could have sworn there was pity in his eyes before the god disappeared in the wind.

Leo felt like he was back in Khione's ice palace. There was no way this wind god he just met knew his deepest, darkest, never-to-be-said-out-loud feelings. Right?.

Right?.

No, he must be talking about something else, and Leo is just being stupid and paranoid. He has to be.

Fortunately, or, more unfortunately, Leo didn't have the time to dwell on the ominous words of wind gods.

Because the ground was shaking. Why was the ground shaking?

So. A voice said.

Something zipped past his face and nicked his ear, throwing him off his feet and into Jason. Pain blossomed in his right ear, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding.

"You okay?" Jason asked, catching him in his strong arms.

Leo winced, holding a hand to his injured ear as he scrambled to his feet, trying not to think about the fact he just fell in Jason's arms. "Yeah, I'm good," he muttered.

You come to claim the sceptre. The voice said behind them, more like stating rather than asking.

Leo turned to where the voice was coming from, but no one was there.

"Cupid!" Jason called, standing at Leo's back with his sword drawn, "Where are you?".

The voice—Cupid laughed. It definitely did not sound like it belonged to a sweet baby angel's. It sounded rich and velvety but also threatening— like an ember in a fire before burning a house to the ground.

Where you least expect me. Cupid answered, As love usually is.

Leo's heart skipped a beat as something invisible slammed into Jason and hurled him across the street. He toppled down a set of concrete steps and sprawled on the floor of an excavated Roman basement.

I thought you'd know better, Jason. Cupid's voice circled overhead like a vulture. You've found true love after all. Or do you still doubt yourself?

"Jason!" Leo screamed, scrambling down the steps.

Jason took his hand and got to his feet. "I'm okay! Just sucker punched by an angel."

Oh, Did you expect me to play fair? Cupid laughed. Make no mistake; I am no angel, Jason Grace. I am Love. I am never fair.

Oh boy, do I know that. Leo thought dryly before Jason swept him off his feet.

Literally not...not metaphorically.

Leo was swept into Jason's chest as Jason intercepted an arrow that would have gone straight into Leo's chest with his sword. The arrow exploded against the nearest wall, giving them a nice limestone shower.

Of course, Jason wasn't done giving Leo butterflies in his stomach and grabbed his hand, pulling him up the steps and behind another wall as another arrow rained down on them, shattering a column nearby into a thousand pieces.

"Is this guy Love or Death?" Jason growled, still holding Leo's hand.

Thanatos and I are often not so different. Cupid said from somewhere above, except Death is usually kinder.

Leo understood that more than he should: Death is just...well, death. The End. Just boom, you're dead! No more pain. No more problems. And if you're lucky, you get to chill in Elysium for eternity.

While Love is...terrifying: It hurts, sometimes it doesn't last long, and some just don't get it (cough cough).

"We just want the sceptre!" Jason shouted, poking his head above the stone wall. "We're trying to stop Gaia! Are you on the gods' side or not?"

A second arrow shot at the air dangerously close to Jason's head, landing on the ground near Leo's feet and glowing white-hot.

The arrow's temperature shot past 2,397 F (Hephaestus power.) before combusting into a geyser of flame.

Love is on every side. Cupid said. "And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you.

"Great," Jason said. "Now he's spouting greeting cards as well as trying to kill us."

"It's official. Queen was right; Too much Love kills you," Leo joked. If Love is gonna kill him in the end, then at least he wants to make Jason laugh before they both die.

Leo caught a ghost of a smile on Jason's lips before another arrow landed between them, ruining the moment.

You can't hide from Love. It will always find you no matter what. Cupid's voice said nearby.

Leo's hair sparked; the idea of burning the feathers off that smug, overgrown chicken's wings was getting more and more enticing. He knew Cupid was toying with them, enjoying their discomfort as he shot his stupid arrows.

Another arrow narrowly missed him, and something inside of him snapped.

He snatched the arrow up and threw it back where it came from. "Enough games, show yourself!"

Lucky for him, he had good aim. The arrow hit something and hung in the air for a moment before dissolving, leaving no trace: not even a spot of ichor that could help pinpoint his location.

"...Very good, Leo," Cupid said, though it was strained. There wasn't a wound, but it must have hurt. "At least you can sense my presence. Even getting a glance at true love is more than most Heroes manage. Maybe there's hope for you after all".

"So we get the sceptre?" Jason asked.

Cupid laughed. Leo was seriously getting sick of that laugh.

Oh no, there is still much you can do for me.

Jason started to speak, "But—"

An arrow shot through the air, zipping past Jason and hitting Leo square in the shoulder.

"Leo!"

There was a burst of pain in Leo's right shoulder, and suddenly, he was back at the Wilderness School again.

He had just met this cool guy, Jason. He was also a foster kid like him. Jason seemed too good for a school like this. He wouldn't tell him and Piper what he was here for, just that his case worker, Juna— Juno or something — sent him here.

Piper told him later on that she thought Jason was kinda hot.

Leo thought so too but he didn't tell her that.

Another arrow hit him in the back this time.

He wasn't sure when Piper and Jason started dating; it had only felt like a day had passed since they met.

He pretended it didn't hurt.

He didn't dare ruin their happiness.

So he just smiled and bared it every time they flirted with each other and told jokes every time they kissed.

"Stop it!" Leo shrieked, "None of it was real! Hera faked everything!"

Not everything, Cupid said softly, and a third arrow dug into his skin.

This time he was on their first quest in Boreas's ice palace.

Khione told them he couldn't come with them to see Boreas because of his fire.

He played it off that he wasn't hurt about it, even though it did. It wasn't the first or last time someone was scared of him.

Jason tried to defend him at first with his hand on Leo's shoulder, which only made him love him more.

And it sting more when Jason walked away holding hands with Piper, leaving him alone with Cal.

It was fine. None of it was real, not even his feelings were, and even if they were, it's not like he could act on them. He was just the funny guy, the mechanic, the seventh wheel. He wasn't supposed to fall for his male best friend, who was already dating his other best friend. He wasn't supposed to want something more than friendship with Jason.

He bit back the tears that were already threatening to fall. The grass at his feet was starting to smoke. "Show yourself!" He screamed.

It is a costly thing, Cupid said, looking on the true face of Love.

Another column shattered. Jason barely scrambled out of its way in time.

My wife Psyche learned that lesson, Cupid said, She was brought here aeons ago when this was the site of my palace. We only met in the dark. She was warned to never look upon me, and yet she could not stand the mystery. She feared I was a monster. One night, she lit a candle and beheld my face as I slept.

Jason said something, but Leo couldn't hear him over the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest. He could still somehow hear Cupid though. Of course, Love was the only thing he could hear other than his heart.

Cupid laughed from somewhere at the edge of the Amphitheater. I was too handsome, actually. A mortal can't look upon a god's true appearance without suffering grave consequences; just look at poor Semele. My mother, Aphrodite, cursed Psyche for her distrust. My poor lover was tormented, forced into exile and given impossible tasks to prove herself. She was even sent to the underworld on a quest to show her dedication. She earned her way back to me, but she suffered greatly.

Leo had no clue what he was talking about, but it sounded like he was a terrible husband.

Jason thrust his sword into the sky like he was a demigod He-man and was about to yell, 'By the power of Jupiter!' and beat up Cupid.

Unfortunately, he did not do that.

Instead, the ground shook, and lightning blasted a crater where Cupid's voice was coming from.

There was silence, and for a moment Leo thought it was over and that they could get the sceptre and leave. And hopefully, never speak of this day again.

Leo should have known they were never that lucky.

An invisible force—Cupid, knocked Jason to the ground, sending his sword skittering across the road.

A good try, Cupid said, his voice already distant. But love isn't so easily pinned down.

A wall collapsed, Jason barely managed to roll out of the way.

That was enough for Leo.

"Hey!" Leo yelled, waving his arms around. "It's me you want! Not him!. Leave him alone!"

Poor Leo Valdez. The god's voice was patronizing and tinged with disappointment. Do you really know what You want, much less what I want? My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love to win my trust back. And you — what have You risked in my name?

"I'm literally saving the world!" He yelled, clenching his fists, "I've faced way worse! You don't scare me!"

I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.

Jason struggled to get up off the ground, and a piece of Leo's heart broke. This was all his fault. He knew exactly what Cupid wanted. But he didn't want to admit it just yet.

All around Leo, the ground started to heat up. Grass smoked, and stones steamed.

"Give us Diocletian's sceptre." He said, trying to put his best brave face on. "We don't have time for games."

Games? Leo's breath was knocked away as a hand slapped him sideways into a granite pedestal. Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work — a quest that never ends. It demands everything you have — especially honesty. Only then does it rewards.

Pain blosomed from Leo's...everywhere. His head spun from the pain, and the ground started to heat up more. Stones were starting to crack, and the grass was starting to spark. All it would take was one more push, and everything would burn.

Jason was up now and had retrieved his sword, "Leo!" he called, "What does this guy want from you?".

Leo's lip trembled. Everything was going so wrong. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to tell Jason. "I don't know!" He yelled back, and an arrow embedded itself in the pedestal, inches away from Leo's face.

Tell him, Leo Valdez, Cupid ordered. His voice was starting to get less patient now. Tell him you're a coward, that you're afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him why you hide among your machines like your father. Tell him the real reason you run and why you're always alone.

Leo gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with pain and frustration. Cupid's words cut through him like a knife, exposing the raw truth that he had been desperately trying to bury.

The grass started to burn and the stone's cracks got bigger.

"I... I can't," Leo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't tell him."

Cupid's laughter echoed around them, mocking and cruel. "You see, Jason Grace? Your friend is afraid. Afraid of his own feelings, afraid of the truth. He hides behind his jokes and his bravado, but deep down, he knows."

Leo let loose a guttural scream, and like a volcano erupting; everything exploded at once.

Magma burst from the rocks, splitting them wide open. The grass combusted into green flames — Greek fire —he really is going to burn everything down.

"H—haaa"

Leo laughed through the tears. It was really all he could do and all he really ever did. It was funny really; he'd worked so hard to shove everything down, yet it was all destroyed in a fiery explosion in less than an hour.

A nearby tree collapsed dangerously close to Jason as the fire consumed it. "Leo! What is he talking about?" He almost couldn't hear his voice over the fire.

Will you hide forever, Leo Valdez? Cupid taunted, who unfortunately can still be heard because not even fire can shut him up. Will you let fear rule your heart, or will you finally have the courage to face the truth?

He didn't want to face the truth. He was too scared of what would happen. What might Jason say. How he'd react.

He just wanted to keep things the same.

Even if it kills him.?

Leo sobbed, and the flames burned brighter. If this was love then he didn't want it. Or maybe if love was this painful then he deserved it. Another arrow pierced his back—or maybe that was the feeling of his heart breaking more—and more images flashed through his mind.

He was back on that mountain in Colorado. Jason had his arms around Piper, his face scrunched up in concern. Leo pretended it didn't bother him. It was cold, and Piper ended up getting hyperthermia. He had tried to ignore the aching in his chest. He didn't want to think about how much he wanted to be in her place.

After their quest, they left him alone while he worked on the Argo II. He named it after the ship the first Jason sailed on.

It was all for Jason.

He was back on the Argo right after he had fired on New Rome—Jason's home. Everyone was angry with him, and Jason was in the infirmary; some asshole threw a brick at his head.

He didn't go down to him. He couldn't face Jason.

It was all his fault.

Jason got hurt because of him.

And he didn't even have the guts to face him.

There were more scenes like this flooding his senses. At some point, his brain switched off, and he was just drowning in agony. He couldn't move or speak.

He was weak.

Meanwhile, the flames grew to an inferno of green and reds, drowning out everything. Leo's hair was a white flame. An outline of wings caught fire for a moment before being put out again.

"Interesting!" Cupid's voice said from somewhere above. Do you have strength after all?

"I...I can't," Leo said, though it sounded more like a whimper. He was on his knees now.

Heh, too weak to admit your feelings and too weak to stand, his mind mocked in Cupid's voice.

Still hiding, Cupid said above, a flame burned an outline of a wing tip before going out again. You do not have the strength.

Leo sobbed. He really was weak. He was going to burn everything down just because he didn't want to admit his feelings.

"Leo" Jason yelled from somewhere. "It's okay! I get it!"

Leo stared at the burning grass below him. It was too hot for tears to fall. Only steam came from his eyes.

"No, you don't," He said defeatedly. Jason didn't understand. He couldn't understand. If he understood, then he wouldn't be so nice to Leo. "There's no way you understand. If you did you'd hate me".

And so you run away again, Cupid chided, From yourself, from your feelings, and from your friends.

The fire had engulfed Cupid's wings now. But the god laughed cruelly and blew it away.

"Leave him alone Cupid," Jason croaked somewhere. "This isn't your..."

Oh gods, he was hurting Jason again. The smoke is choking him.

Cupid's laugh echoed from above the flames. But oh, it is exactly my business, Jason Grace. Love is me. I am love.

"Leo!" Jason choked out through the smoke.

Oh, you're killing him, you're killing him. Leo's brain screamed. You're a monster, you're such a fucking monster, and you're weak.

"Look, I don't care if you're in love with Piper!"

He doesn't understand. He doesn't. He doesn't. Leo's brain screamed over and over again.

Cupid laughed again, and Leo's will broke.

"I—I'm not in love with Piper," Leo said, and everything seemed to go silent.

The fire subsided and all of Leo's fight and denial went out at once.

Cupid circled Leo like a shark. His form was visible now—long blond hair, muscular in a simple white frock and jeans, snowy white wings that were singed at the tips. The bow and quiver slung over his shoulder were weapons of war—not toys. His eyes were as red as blood, as if every heart in the world was broken and squeezed dry into one poisonous mixture.

Leo vaguely recalled that some think that Eros was a son of Ares and Aphrodite. And he could see why:

Love and War were the most painful things in the world.

He gestured for Leo to continue.

"I have a crush on you, Jason." Leo said.

The fire died down so Leo could see Jason's face.

And he swore he saw pity in his eyes.

The End

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cactusnymph · 1 year

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Morel & Cat

[ID: a litstack comprised of different quotes and pictures:

1. He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise. Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits

2. have you eaten? (i love you). did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). how do you feel today? (i love you). did you have a nice day? (i love you). will you come on a walk with me? (i love you). here’s some fruit I cut up for you. (i love you) (i love you) (i love you). @greysfields

3. You don’t need solutions. You don’t need to move on from your grief. You need someone to see your grief, to acknowledge it. You need someone to hold your hands while you stand there in blinking horror, staring at the hole that was your life. Some things cannot be fixed. They can only be carried. - Megan Devine

4. The painting “Madame Monet and Child” by Claude Monet, showing a woman and a child sitting in front of red rose bushes. The woman is sewing and the child is drawing.

5. When you’re high, I’ll take the lows You can ebb and I can flow And we’ll take it slow And grow as we go Grow as we go - Cécile Berrubé

6. Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. / Still, there is this horror at being left behind. - Michael Cunningham, The Hours

7. when i’m six feet underground the bugs in my body will dream of u. @cutevirgin

8. The painting “Apple Trees in Bloom” by Claude Monet, showing apple trees covered with white blossoms under a blue sky.

9. You're my number one, you're the one I want And I've turned down every hand That has beckoned me to come You're my number one, you're the one I want And I've turned down every hand That has beckoned me to come

- Geyser by Mitski

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#lost township #lost campaign #d&d #morel #ocs

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travelladiesapp · 3 months

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Safest Countries for Solo Female Travelers

In an ever-changing world, the perception of travel has evolved, brimming with powerful, courageous women who explore the globe solo. This leap into the unknown can be both exciting and intimidating, but with a careful selection of destinations, safety does not have to be forfeited for a memorable adventure. This article highlights the five safest countries that can promise solo female travelers an experience enriched with culture, stunning views, warm hospitality, and most importantly, safety

Japan

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Iceland

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Finland

Another Nordic country that ranks high in safety is Finland. Finnish people are generally quiet but very polite and respectful, and criminals are few and far between. The bustling city life of Helsinki, combined with the serene landscapes of Lapland, makes Finland a great destination with ample cultural immersion or relaxation, depending on your preference.

Canada

For solo female travelers seeking English-speaking destinations, Canada arrives as a safe haven. Canadians are renowned for their friendly disposition, and the nation flaunts an impressively low crime rate. Its cities, such as Vancouver and Toronto, are clean and safe, with efficient public transport systems. Moreover, the spell-bounding beauty of the Canadian Rockies, Niagara Falls, and the charm of Quebec add variety to the discovery journey.

Portugal

Often touted as one of the friendliest countries in Europe, Portugal is a hot spot for solo female travelers. With its safety record, gorgeous coastline, captivating history, delicious cuisine, and welcoming locals, Portugal has so much to offer. The Portuguese people uphold the values of hospitality and are always willing to extend a helping hand to tourists, ensuring your stay is safe and enjoyable.

#solotravel #savety #solofemaletravel #travel #visitcanada #visitportugal #visitfinland #visitjapan #visiticeland

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unclefredandjohnnierutter · 1 year

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#23: Shadow at the Water’s Edge

It should have been me down there - and she knows that.

A Nancy Drew inspired playlist // listen here

Tracklist and more below ↓

Featuring:

Geyser - Mitski

Spirit - Kiyoshi Yoshida

Kyoto Song - The Cure

Say It - SASAMI

Shui - tamanaramen

Sakura Blossoms - Derek Fiechter

Mothercreep - FKA twigs

The Woman That Loves You - Japanese Breakfast

Black Water Lillies - AURORA

Origami- Totemo

SAYONARA BABY PINK - HARU NEMURI

THOSE WERE THE DAYS - POiSON GiRL FRiEND

Hot Pink - Let’s Eat Grandma

Princess - Tami T

Be A Body - Grimes

Choke - Poppy

Akasaka Sad - Rina Sawayama

Tether - CHVRCHES

Genres include spooky glitch pop, Japanese garden music, industrial adjacent indie, and more

SAW is a top ten game imo, the puzzles the childhood terror the emotional backstory the…..queer subtext?

#playlist #saw #shadow at the water's edge #nancy drew games #cluecrewplaythru #ccpt23 #some really good songs on here #also super happy with the picture #still xhronically late posting #I’m playing ded now and workibg on that playlist #i just think yumi could be trans or queer #but perhaps that too american a reading I’m well versed in the japanese queer community

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silvercap · 1 month

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Hey silver :3

For the music ask... 5,9 , and 10, maybe? :)

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Ok. I play all my music loud but! these are the few songs I've been listening to lately that match haha

This is the first one that came to mind for some reason but I don't deny it 🤭

MITSKI.

9. A song that makes you happy!

Really loving this one lately!

10. A song that makes you sad

There are more haha but as for songs that actually make me sad rather than melancholy, these probably work?

Thanks for the ask!!

#asks #ask game #music

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balderdasch · 1 year

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WHAT THE FUCK

I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING

theres no way that hey shitass wanna see me speedbridge was actually inspired by James Joyce's Ulysses chapter 15 Circe when the Motorman tells him to flip then when he does hes like "ur bad u suck close shave no thoroughfare must take up Sandow's exerciser again bitchass hattrick more like shoetrick"

this is fucking silly im in shock

@blossoms-and-petrichor ik ur like a person i dont know but u seem to have cool literature opinions

also the usuals @totally-not-allie @rat-daemon @parsleywrites @andi-o-geyser @jamifed ulysses just got like 10x better

im reeling

#Ulysses #james joyce #hey shitass #minecraft #try the great modernist novel! we have: cumming on the beach and hey shitass and mrkgnao and big red thing might have killed me and phphphp

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 1 year

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29, 55, 84? :D

29. Stars, 55. Silence, 84. Shout

So! Spoilers for Chapter 14 of Minas Morgul and also it's. really long so it's going under a cut lmao.

Barad Curon shines in the starlight, and Saelinriel gazes up at it – melancholy aching in her chest. Even taken and corrupted by the Enemy, it’s still beautiful.

Karazgar’s mask is heavy in her hand, and she passes it to Morinel, who nods, slipping it onto her face.

“This ends tonight,” Saelinriel says, and pushes open the doors.

Morinel plays her part well, shepherding her and Culang before Gothmog - as Idhrin creeps through the shadows to hide behind a pillar, and 'flees' and shuts the doors with a bang that echoes up to the throne room.

Saelinriel squares her shoulders as Gothmog laughs once while he comes down the stairs of the dais, appearing from the shadows with unnecessary flare and dramatics that she's come to expect from him.

“I did not expect you to be so bold!”

He wears the guise of Mordirith here and a laugh, born of an emotion she doesn’t know the name of, bubbles into her throat.

“Then you do not know me as well as I thought you did. A pity, considering how long we've known each other.”

Gothmog's illusions are stronger somehow than they once were, and it takes every ounce of strength she has, even with Culang's help.

Saelinriel thinks it might be over when Gothmog crumples to the ground, but his body melts and he climbs down from the dais again – blue flame on his pauldrons – laughing as he raises his hands.

Then, he brings them down with a percussive movement, and fire leaps up from spots in the tiled floor.

Saelinriel only just has time to pull Culang away from a geyser of flame, when they have to move again, and again. She’s getting dizzy by now, and she doesn’t want to think about what would happen if either of them falters.

Lightning arcs from the wings, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her. Morinel has returned, just in time -- Saelinriel and Culang are tiring, and she doesn't know how much longer they could've managed.

On that signal, Idhrin looses arrow after arrow, but they bounce off the wraith’s iron crown. He turns and the next arrow catches him in the shoulder.

“Who have you brought to their deaths this time, Saelinriel?” Gothmog snarls. “Did I not say come into the light?”

Fire bursts from the wings, and a horrible thud makes her heart leap into her throat.

Culang whispers that they must find a way to weaken him somehow, and for a moment she wonders how then she remembers.

“You have not won,” Saelinriel says, through gritted teeth.

Isildur and Anarion and Elendil's memory and legacy are a double edged sword, and she uses it like one.

Her own blade glitters like starlight in the dim throne room, and she feels the words and the courage coming to her and strengthening her heart.

Gothmog growls, and she continues, holding Narmeleth's and Golodir's triumphs over his head, and he throws a pillar of flame at her.

She dodges.

Another pillar of flame lashes up from the ground, and it almost knocks her off balance, but Culang keeps her from falling into it.

Gothmog's anger fills the room like thunder and the flames cease as he storms down the steps and he brings his sword down on hers, hard. “Your words are empty!”

She blocks it, and goes for her own strike.

It is just like dancing, she thinks, a little hysterically. Only with several partners instead of one, and any misstep might be their last. “Elendil faced the greatest evil of the Age, and he didn’t cower beneath it. He didn’t betray his kingdom or his people–”

Her limbs grow heavier and heavier with each moment but she channels everything she has into her sword.

“The White Tree flowers in the Court of Kings – Gondor flourishes once more.”

“Those victories mean nothing to me,” He shouts, bringing his sword in a wide arc toward your head.

She sidesteps the blow and it glances off her shield instead – the blossoming white tree on a black field.

There's a quarter of a second where Gothmog freezes and arrows come flying out of the darkness to catch his shoulder.

Idhrin has braced herself against a pillar, and blood drips down from above her eyebrows and her silver hair is darkened with blood.

Gothmog hisses and begins to close the distance between them and Saelinriel tries to step between but he swats her aside like a fly and she goes flying and lands with her back on the hard tile.

It’s suddenly impossible to breathe and she lays there, gasping and the whole time she's shouting at herself to get up–

Finally, as lightning streaks through the air again, she does, sheathing her sword and pulling her spear from her back.

Idhrin shoots an arrow that finds its way into the darkness of Gothmog's hood. He staggers backward, bringing a hand up to his unseen face.

Saelinriel doesn't know what comes over her but she tightens her hold on her shield, adjusts her grip on her spear and takes a breath.

Then, she runs.

Her shield slams into Gothmog's chest with more force than she thought possible, and he staggers again, snarling and seeming disoriented.

The elven-steel of her spear gleams in the half-light and she channels every ounce of her strength into jamming it into the space just between his chestplate and his hip armor as hard as she can.

He lets out an agonizing cry and falls to the ground with a mighty crash. His sword slips from his hand, and she kicks it away from him, toward Culang.

Morinel comes from the shadows, and rushes toward where Idhrin slumped to the ground moments prior. Saelinriel stands breathing heavily, looking down at a now wounded Gothmog who clutches his abdomen.

Words shatter the uneasy silence.

“I sense the presence of my bones, Saelinriel! They are nearby!”

She almost screams but calms herself as Isildur's shade materializes beside Saelinriel, and there is an urgency in his voice that in some way surprises her. “I can see the chamber where my bones must lie, for the Oath-stone stands there too, 'neath the beacon!”

She sighs, slinging her spear over her shoulder and begins the climb to the beacon tower.

“This is not the Minas Ithil it was from my own days,” Isildur says, his voice echoing strangely off the empty walls once they make it to the beacon-stone that cuts through the mist that shrouds the city.

Saelinriel bites back a sarcastic reply then frowns.

“What was it like back then?” She asks, as she looks through the nooks and crannies of the room, because there are precious few that she can ask.

Gothmog is not an option, and Faramir son of Ondoher might be able to tell her but she knows not where he wanders now. But Isildur stands before her, and he’s answered her many questions before.

“It was a beautiful place,” he says slowly then stops. She doesn’t press him, and after a while he speaks again.

“The moon cast silver light throughout the courtyards and streets, and reflected off the marble walls, so that it seemed to shine. It held great houses of lore salvaged from the wreck of Numenor…”

He sighs wistfully and then he tells her of the gardens of the Circle of Wisdom, and the melodies and plays from the Lindalire, and it hurts that she can match each location with the twisted parody.

“I am sorry,” she says numbly, after a while, and they sink into an contemplative silence.

Finally, she finds a silver tarnished casket that is not so large, but something ghosts over Isildur's face when he looks at the dust with in and he remains silent as she walks down back to the throne room.

“I swore to bring Sauron's Ring to Rivendell, and though that weapon came in the end to that valley, I did not. But now…” Isildur says finally, solemnly, "The casket of dust gives me hope. Bring me earthly remains to Rivendell and I shall at last know peace.'

Gothmog laughs weakly, despite his wounds. "Peace? What peace does this shade think to find? What peace does he deserve? I remember the tales of Elendil, and of Isildur and Anárion. We were told they were great men, valiant warriors from an age of heroes.”

“And I was told tales of the same sort about Eärnur too,” Saelinriel says viciously, months of anger and hurt that she thought she’d handled bubbling up from her core. They are cruel, maybe needlessly so, but she doesn’t care. “Sometimes our heroes disappoint us.”

Gothmog takes no heed of her words and continues to rail before finally trailing off into silence.

Culang calls out that someone is approaching the throne room from the outside. Morinel looks up, hands freezing as she pauses in bandaging Idhrin's head.

A few moments pass and then--

The doors bang open and part of her is thrilled to see Annoth alive but – he is carrying himself far too stiffly, and there is a wild look in his eyes – something is wrong.

Saelinriel nearly drops her shield as Ugrukhôr storms into the throne room, looming over Annoth. He stands nearly as tall as Gothmog and towers head and shoulders over her. There are four orcs with him as well, though they don’t scare her.

When Saelinriel doesn't provide an adequate enough answer as to the location of Karazgar, Ugrukhôr roughly shoves Annoth to the side, and he crumples against the floor.

He pushes past her and Culang, shoving them out of the way, and he sees Idhrin and Morinel where she is still using her runes to try and fix the damage done by Gothmog. “It may cost you your life, or the lives of more friends. Is that what you want?”

Her heart lurches as she opens her mouth to say no, but Ugrukhôr is faster, and he sends her – accompanied by an Uruk – to the top of the tower to search for Karazgar.

The last thing she see before she no longer can is that the others are surrounded by two guards apiece below. The thought hits her like an anchor being sunk into her chest: all of them are hostages against each others’ good behavior.

“Is that really Gothmog?” Lûrkh says, as they pass the fallen wraith. "He looks dead to me. How about that?”

They go up the endless set of stairs to the Beacon-room before finally reaching the top.

“I don't see any sign of Karazgar. Maybe he's gone.” Lûrkh looks at her sidelong, and blood rushes in her ears, and she prays that he has not figured out her ruse yet. “Or maybe he never came up here?”

Thankfully, he is quickly distracted by the broken Oathstone, and orders her to clear the room out of any merrevail that lingered in the shadowed corners of the room.

She does, quickly and quietly as she can, and he is still pondering if some valuable piece of it might be chipped away and kept as treasure.

Any noise from the throne room is nothing more than a vague rumble and Saelinriel takes her chance. Lûrkh is too surprised to offer much resistance, and he falls to the ground.

No one comes running up after her guard falls and she sneaks back down as quietly as she can.

She can’t see Idhrin but Morinel’s hands and ankles are bound, and she is pale and unmoving and there is no orc guarding her.

A thrill of fear races through Saelinriel’s veins. What did Ugrukhôr do to her?

Culang catches her eye as she creeps closer to crouch low behind the giant pillar on each side of the throne’s dias.

She unsheathes her sword as quietly as possible and he nods.

“Now, Saelinriel!”

By the time Saelinriel makes it down the dias, Culang manages the two on either side of him, but there is a third behind and Ugrukhôr is too near him and he hits the ground hard. She manages the third guard, along with the one next to Idhrin.

“So that is the way of it, then?” Ugrukhôr asks as he goes to stand in the center of the throne room. “Come, Saelinriel. Can we not settle this as equals?”

Ugrukhôr’s treatment of Annoth and of the Thandrim before him throws doubt on any promises he might make, even if she was inclined to believe him to begin with.

But she's the only one standing between him and her friends, and she will not allow him easy access to them when she can do something about it.

So, she climbs slowly down the steps of the dias, head held high. She passes Culang, who is curled around himself, and she sees Morinel’s rune satchel flung across the room, and Idhrin is hiding his face, and Saelinriel can’t tell whether she lives still or not.

“You are alone, Saelinriel.” Ugrukhôr says as if he relishes this fact. “You came to this tower with allies, but they have abandoned you. Your Rangers may find success in the woods, but in towers of stone they die the same as any others. They cannot save you.”

She raises her head higher.

“The Thandrim crossed me, long ago, and they are all dead. The only man who remembered them will have no vengeance. I gave him death instead, and none now will wield his sad sword or bear his broken shield.”

He draws his swords with a flourish as if daring her to come up against him and, despite herself, her grip on her own sword falters.

“Saelinriel!” He bellows. “Do you dare test your will against Ugrukhôr, the Captain of the Pit? Did I say we were equal? I see now I was wrong! You are no equal of mine, for I am Gúrzyul... and I am your ending!”

She raises her shield to cover her torso and plants her feet as he comes to charge toward her.

“Prepare to join your friends in death, Saelinriel!” He sweeps his sword into her shield hard and the impact sends her scrambling backward but other than being a little dazed, she's fine.

She follows the rhythm of the fight: thrust, block, parry, and everything else fades to the background.

“The Thandrim sought mercy. They were fools. You will have no mercy from me,” he says as he brings his sword in a wide arc toward her head.

“As if I would seek mercy from you,” Saelinriel says, as she steps to the side and raises her shield a little higher. The blow glances off her shield instead. She aims for a blow at his torso, but he deflects it, sending her backward.

He stalks forward and she doesn't manage to completely block the blow, and stumbles, nearly going to her knees.

Instead, Saelinriel reaches for her horn, and the sound echoes off the walls and pillars, a challenge that rings and bellows, like the shout of many voices beneath the high vaulted roof, that stuns Ugrukhôr for a few moments.

Those few seconds are more precious than gold because they allow her to bring herself to her feet, regroup, and use her sword to cut a deep gash on the inside of his upper arm.

He turns – far, far faster than he should be able to for his size – and raises his sword high over his head and Saelinriel only just manages to put her shield between herself and the blow.

Her arm breaks from the force behind the blow as it pushes her down and it is all Saelinriel can do to not scream.

Between pain-sharpened heartbeats she watches as he pauses and looks down, examining the gash on his arm that drips dark blood onto the polished floors.

“You have drawn blood, Saelinriel,” Ugrukhôr says mildly, “For that you have my respect.”

She looks up in an attempt at defiance, though she's certain the pain must show on her face and she struggles to bring herself to her feet, but it is nearly impossible as he advances on her, laughing.

There is nothing else for her to do but raise her shield again despite the pain.

Ugrukhôr, for all he has said of hating Gothmog, pays no heed to where he lay still on the ground.

She peers up at him from the rim of her shield.

Saelinriel can only just see his head, all the rest of him is blocked by the – somehow unbroken – metal of her shield.

She hears someone picking up their sword, and for a moment she thinks it is Culang but he can barely stand and she’s forced to conclude whoever it is, they are no friend of hers.

When Gothmog comes into her sight, something heavy sinks into her chest.

What was it she’d told Corunir before they came into this cursed place when he asked her about her plan for dealing with Gothmog?

One of us will not leave that tower.

It seems that she will not be the one leaving. She tries to steady her breathing but then–

“At last you will know death, Ugrukhôr!”

Before she has the time to register what is happening, Gothmog drives his sword deep into Ugrukhôr’s back, and he slowly begins to tip forward.

She only just has time to stumble out of the way (making the pain in her arm a hundred times worse) before Ugrukhôr falls face first into the ground with a resounding thud.

She's not sure what just happened, but Gothmog falters too, dropping the sword to the ground.

Upon inspection, it’s not Gothmog’s sword at all, but Annoth’s.

So the Captain of the Pit is undone by the sword of Annoth, wielded by Gothmog, and now both Gothmog and Ugrukhôr are undone, Saelinriel thinks to herself as she manages to unbuckle her shield to cradle her arm the best she can.

Then she goes to check on her friends.

Isildur reappears, hovering over his bones but he is stony-faced and silent.

Morinel is responsive and Saelinriel brings her the rune satchel before using the dagger strapped to her boot to slice through her bonds, before they go to kneel beside Idhrin.

She seems fine enough, all things considered, and Morinel goes about picking up from earlier with her runes as if she hadn’t just been tied to a pillar and unconscious.

"I am all right…” Culang says with a cough, when she comes to stand over him, as he uncurls and brings himself, unsteadily, to his feet.

“Are you certain?” Saelinriel asks, and he nods.

He looks to where Annoth fell, and sighs.

“He has achieved the vengeance he sought, though it arrived not in the manner he sought. Let him rest now, and may the Thandrim for whom he grieved find peace with the death of Ugrukhôr.”

Culang’s words echo her own thoughts, and she desperately wishes for the peace of the Thandrim – wherever they are.

He sees Gothmog and Ugrukhôr and shakes his head. “Is that not the nature of evil? Treacherous even to its own. None shall mourn for either of the slain.”

Death has come to Barad Cúron and claimed two of the masters of Mordor. How many countless others have perished in this throne room over the years? Saelinriel wonders to herself, turning away from them.

“By the waters of Nenuial!” Culang says suddenly, and she turns to face him – and the pain in her wrist spikes. “Gothmog clings to life. He tries to speak, Saelinriel and we should listen. Is it not said that dying men rarely speak falsely with their last breath?”

“Men maybe. A man he is no more,” Saelinriel mutters, but goes to stand above Gothmog anyways.

It takes him a while to begin speaking again.

“Mordor should have been ... should have been mine. No one endured... what I have endured. A curse on them all... but I levy my worst upon Isildur who could have prevented it and did not! He calls me coward? He knows nothing of the torments that made me! From that crucible of evil I was born anew, the greatest creation of Angmar! I was to usher in a new age!”

The fire in Gothmog's eyes flickers and burns low and he looks up at her, and he looks particularly pitiful.

“Why could I not, Saelinriel?” He sounds so broken, so far from the imposing wraith she’s known through the past year, who haunted her nightmares and killed and tortured so many of her friends.

“There were so many chances, but... the Ranger and the Elf-maid…”

Gothmog stares at the floor, his life's essence departing.

“Narmeleth,” He says her name quietly. "I think Narmeleth knew the same torments as I. How could she fight... longer than...?”

He falls silent, and it seems as if he will speak no more. As Saelinriel is about to turn and leave, he reaches out to her and grabs onto the hem of her tunic near the hem at her knees, a trinket held in his clenched fist.

“Listen to me, Saelinriel,” He says urgently, tugging at the fabric.

She should have stepped back and yanked it out of his hands – there is barely any strength to his grip anymore – but there is something that stops her as if she’s bound to that spot. Saelinriel doesn't know what it is, but she thinks pity might be the closest thing to it, though she doesn't want to admit to it.

“There was a Morgul-slave who knew the secrets of this place. At my Master's command... he forged a key. ‘Only this weapon cannot be overcome,’ the dwarf said to me. I spent the time I could... seeking it... but it eluded me.”

The fires in his eyes burn lower than before and suddenly she knows that he is dying, for good.

“I give it to you, Saelinriel.” He looks up at her, desperately. “If Mordor cannot be mine... let it be no one's! Find the weapon and use it... against all who seek to master the realm that was denied me!”

Gothmog presses a broken key into her hand.

Then, he dies at last.

There is still, stunned silence in which none of them speak or move for a long, long while.

“Even with his last breath he raged against Gondor, and shamed his people!” Isildur stares down at Gothmog’s corpse with a look of disgust on his face, throwing soft blue light over the ancient walls. He floats away from Gothmog and comes to her, with something somber behind his eyes.

“He should have resisted Saelinriel, and died as Eärnur. My brother Anárion would have fought the torments of the Lord of the Nazgûl, and embraced death rather than succumb to such evil. So too would I. But instead, he became a tool for evil, and he died as Gothmog.” Isildur’s eyes flash. “Let him rot where he lies.”

He floats over to the wrought silver casket once more. “I do not want my bones to remain here any longer.”

Saelinriel nods as she sinks to sit on the steps, cradling her wrist.

Eventually Morinel finishes with Idhrin and comes to splint her arm, temporarily, and the four (is it five, if they count Isildur’s bones?) of them stumble back to Barad Arthir.

#my fic #ask game reply tag #okay this doesn't go too in depth for the prompts which is good because otherwise it would be 20x as long #theoretically in sae's main verse i planned for corunir to be here too but again. it would be Too Long #:')#also fun fact! when i was playing this instance for the first time on sae prime i was THIS 👌 close to dying #before gothboth killed ugrukhor so which was. an Interesting experience #i think it's also very clear where exactly this started running away from me lmao #og post

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simspaghetti · 4 months

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Monroe gets home in the early hours of the morning, managing to be undetected by everyone

Well, mostly everyone...

#sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #ts3 gameplay #random legacy #blossoming legacy #blossoming2 #Monroe Blossom #Karl Helgason #Geyser Blossom

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quibbs126 · 5 months

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Do you have any other fankids you need help with? I really enjoyed coming up with ideas for them last time.

(Also unrelated but did you get my ask about your “villain in love with hero” idea? Sorry, I just love it so much!)

Well I’m glad you enjoy making ideas, because I enjoy hearing your suggestions

Let’s see, let me get some others

Dark Choco/Mint Choco: I have the name Mint Chip, and the only thing in my notes is “Ice Prince?”, which is either prince with ice theme or I was talking about Ice Prince from Fionna and Cake. But I don’t need to keep it if it doesn’t work

Mint Choco/Rockstar: for now the name is Mint Toothpaste, and I don’t really have any ideas for them

Dark Choco/Cotton Candy: this one’s name is Bubble Choco, and I had asked for ideas before, and I was going to go with sad poet, but then I thought, “the ship itself is pretty fluffy, so shouldn’t that be reflected in the kid?”. So I have that. Also an idea that they have dark curly hair with stuff in it, like Cotton Candy but dark haired

Dark Choco/Pink Choco: okay this is the last of the five, I have everyone else at some stage of ready (even if one I’m still stuck on the pose), but I don’t know what to do here. All I got is his name is Semisweet Choco and he’s relatively young

Raspberry Mousse/Whipped Cream: I have Raspberry Cream, but nothing else

Cherry Blossom/Herb: all I have is the name Spring Blossom

Capsaicin/Licorice: I think I’m going with Star Anise, but I don’t have much else

Kumiho/Crunchy Chip: I’m struggling on both name and personality front

Sea Fairy/Fire Spirit: currently I have the name Steam Sprite, though I originally wanted to go with geysers or maybe even hot springs. All I have is that they probably reside in a tropical area near a coast if not on an island with those sorts of naturally occurring hot springs

Croissant/Roguefort: I have a name, Beaufort, and I have a rough design for the head, but I don’t have anything other than he’s supposed to be considered a handsome lad

Kumiho/Snake Fruit: I’m going with the name Ambrosia, but I don’t got anything else

Abyss Monarch/Electric Eel: the name is Blue Ringed (or maybe it should be Blue Rings?), but I ain’t got else

Rockstar/Kiwi: I have the name Key Lime (but I don’t know if there’s better out there), but all I have is that they have light green hair

I should probably stop but I could do a few quick fire name ones:

Hollyberry/Pitaya (bc no more passion fruit)

Financier/Pistachio

Longan/Dark Enchantress

Blue Lily/Bellflower

Starfruit/Mocha Ray

Licorice/Royal Margarine

Cinnamon/Shining Glitter

Okay I’m done for now. You don’t have to answer them all, I think I put a few too many

And as for the Sunni stuff, yeah I did get that one, I’m just kind of bad at answering in general and also I’ve been busy with school stuff these last few days. A lot of essays. But I’m mostly done now. But I’m glad you like it!

#cookie run #fankid #fanchild #answers

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anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles · 2 years

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Subterranean Animism:

(Source: @195en)

Touhou 11: Subterranean Animism is one of my favorite Touhou games, even though I've never played it. Mostly because ZUN decided to turn up the difficulty, so it's still one of the hardest games in the series. Still, the characters and music are my all time favorites as a whole.

Every Touhou game makes it clear what season it takes place in.

• Embodiment of Scarlet Devil is late summer

• Perfect Cherry Blossom is around mid spring

• Immaterial and Missing Power is summer

• Imperishable Night is in fall, after the Harvest Moon festival

• Phantasmagoria of Flower View was spring

• Mountain of Faith is fall (you can really tell in this one with the dead leaves all throughout the game)

• And Subterranean Animism is in winter, like January or so.

Anyway, the plot this time is that a geyser suddenly springs up near the Youkai Mountain. This winds up creating a hot spring, which should be a cause for celebration. However, with it comes a whole bunch of vengeful spirits! Now, these are bad enough for humans, since they can possess humans and make them do bad things, but it's even worse for youkai. You see, youkai, as mythical creatures, depend on their identity to continue existing. If another mind were to come and take control of their body, it would effectively be overwriting their identity. This can lead to the youkai entering a coma... or worse.

So, the youkai of Gensokyo once again team up with Reimu and Marisa against a common threat. This time, however, the youkai are staying behind, but communicating with the humans via magic devices.

Reimu is paired with either Yukari, Suika, or Aya. Marisa is paired with either Alice, Patchouli, or Nitori.

The protagonist then goes into the hole left by the geyser, and enters a vast cave network, and begins to encounter the sealed away youkai even Gensokyo hates.

#touhou project #touhou #subterranean animism

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luminousvision · 2 months

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just a moment

Molly could not believe her ears.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” Christina said. “Want to see?”

Molly’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! Can you make me fly?”

Molly’s living room floor splintered away in mid-air, dropping them into a verdant mountainside carved out of the ocean and sky. The warm, soft sun shone through peaceful delicate clouds. Molly squealed as she accelerated toward the ground. Using her arms as wings, she righted herself and launched upward.

Already on the hill below, Christina lay sideways in the grass. The girl wore a peach-colored dress dotted with flowers. She materialized a picture-perfect rose out of thin air and smelled it.

Deep in the sky, Molly shrieked, waving her arms upside-down. She backflipped, twirled about in a partial figure-eight, and dove a thousand feet, straight into the ocean. A white geyser exploded as she vanished into the blue followed by another giant splash as she rocketed back out.

Christina sat up and hugged her knees. A squirrel approached her. “Look at who we’ve become,” she said. She held out the rose, but the animal scampered off into a tree. “Good choice,” she said.

Molly descended from the sky, landing on her toes, her cheeks flushed with adrenaline. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it! I’ve always dreamed of flying.”

She clapped her hands. “Cake!”

With a flash of light, a red velvet cake appeared on a table, set with chairs, silverware, plates and napkins.

“Join me, Christina!”

On Earth, Molly stuffed her whole life under one roof, in service of her husband in the kitchen and bedroom. She splurged her spare time on reality TV, pointing to the mansion with four swimming pools, whispering that it would be theirs one day. She applied to feature on every upcoming show even though she never heard back.

“Where did you learn to bake like this?” Molly asked, her mouth full.

“Betty Crocker,” Christina replied. Molly giggled.

Christina joined Molly across the table, taking a slice with her knife. She put a bite in her mouth and chewed it.

“You can eat your cake and have it too,” Molly laughed.

Christina nodded but did not smile.

“Can I bring my family? Irene would love it here.”

“Careful what you wish for. Truly anything can happen.” Christina lifted the delicate chain attached to her dress. She held up a golden pocketbook. “It’s all in here.”

Molly reached into her pocket to find her book, also attached to her shirt by a chain. It was blue. “Yours is prettier.” She opened the cover. Welcome to Heaven it said. She flipped a few pages. “Am I dead?” she asked.

The air next to Molly burst with a fireworks of kaleidoscopic sparkles. A woman in white robes landed in the grass with her bare feet.

“Jim requests your presence,” the woman said, bowing slightly to Christina. She also wore a gold book.

“Oh, there are more of you? You said you were the only one,” Molly said. “What’s wrong, Christina?”

Christina addressed the woman. “As you can see, we are busy,” she said, gesturing to Molly.

“It’ll be just a moment,” the woman said.

“Then he can wait,” Christina said.

The woman sighed. “Do we have to do this every time?”

“Nora, how would you feel?”

“We all make our sacrifices.”

Christina shook her head. “Don’t you think it’s time we changed things? Jim is getting old. He’s a tired man.”

“Not when he talks about you,” Nora said without a smile. Molly grimaced.

Christina leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Look at you. All your sacrifices. You must be so proud.”

“I am. Aren’t you?” Nora asked. Christina was looking elsewhere.

“Nora—you used to ask me for pretty dresses and a flower in your hair.”

“He’s waiting,” she said.

Christina laughed. “All right. Will you keep Molly company?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t—” Molly said.

“Eat some cake,” Christina said to Nora. “You can have it too.” She turned to Molly and handed her the rose blossom. “It’s okay. I’ll be back in just a moment.” With a flash of light, the girl disappeared.

Molly shot up and pointed to the empty seat Christina left behind. “What’s wrong with him? He runs this place—he can’t do this to her!” She gaped at Nora. “Why did she—why doesn’t she just go home?”

Nora took Christina’s seat. “You mean Earth? Her life is here. She brought everyone: family, friends. She’s even engaged, so to speak. Remember, you can’t come back.” Nora held up her golden book and placed it on the table.

Molly was almost yelling. “Then they should all leave together.”

A gentle breeze rustled the grass against her ankles and blew hair across her face.

Nora took a bite of the cake. “Such good cake. Christina is quite the baker.” She pointed her fork at Molly. “Think about what they’d go back to. Think about what you’d go back to.”

Molly’s arms went limp. She looked at the mountains and the sparkling ocean. She shuffled her feet, levitating herself a few inches off the grass. She looked at the second slice of cake on Nora’s plate. She looked at Christina’s rose. Molly put her hands on the table and closed them slowly into tight fists.

“I don’t want it,” Molly whispered. “I don’t want it.”

“Molly, it’s okay. Sit down with me,” Nora gestured to the chair.

Molly didn’t move. “Send me back.”

Nora put her fork down. “It takes some time to get used to things. And Christina will be back soon.”

They looked at each other.

“I see,” Nora said. “Final chance, are you sure?”

Molly’s eyes flickered, unfocusing for just a moment before her expression hardened again.

“Yes.”

Molly snapped upright in the dark. She blinked. Her husband lay next to her, sleeping. Molly recoiled, dropping a crushed rose blossom onto the floor, its petals limp and faded. She slapped her face and scrambled her hair. She collected the scattered rose petals and tried to attach one back onto the blossom. Molly ran into the living room where she crumpled face down onto the carpet and cried until she fell asleep.

It was still dark when she awoke. She lay on her back. Her fingers dug deep into the carpet fibers, searching. She lay there a long time. Finally, Molly poured herself some sparkling water and sat on the couch. She faced the TV and reached for the remote.

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