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dontsearchformyaccount · 2 months

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Love at first sight blood

The air in the Club was thick.Dancing bodys everywhere.Through the speakers played "pon de replay" by Rihanna . This was supposed to be a fun night out with your friends, but here you are, all alone .After beeing tired of walking through the crowd in search for your friends and endless messages, you decided to spend the night alone .You made your way back to the bar in hope for a drink, that would get you out of this disapointing night .You sat down and let your eyes wander through the crowd for a while .At least other people had fun .Next to you was a women talking to the bartender. Seems like they know each other.She had red hair and the black leather jacket fited her near to perfect.She was beautiful.As you realised your mistake , it was already to late .Your drink crashed to the ground , making a loud crash . Good thing it was already empty ,but now there are pieces of glas everywhere.One even hit your feet . Damn you for wearing open heals that day . With a frustrated "shit" you knealed down to pic up the pieces .Next to you , another body knealed down .Black leather jacket .Could this night get any more embarrasing ? "Here let me help .Are you okay? " this is the first time you made eye contact with the stranger and holy shit, it was like her eyes saw right into your soul and stopped time right there ." Yeah, it's alright " you looked down flusterted and picked up the last piece. The red head never took her gaze away from you ,as she asked the bartender to clean up the floor . You put the pieces in your hand on the counter apologising to the bartender . He waved it off ,telling you that this happens almost every day. "You're bleeding.Better clean it up , before it gets infected " with that the red beauty took your hand and led you to the bathroom .You sat on the sink ,carefully taking of you shoe.

"May i ? " she asked .You nooded and the red head got a closer look, checking for broken glass before she took a wet cloth to clean the wound ."I am Natasha, by the way"she smirked up at you ."i am Y/n " you smiled back.This night took an interesting turn .If getting abonded by your friend is what it takes to have a beautiful women on her knees, then so be it .

"This wasn't the way i imagined to make a move on you ,but who would i be to waste a chance to be a hero . "

" yeah , youre such a hero , saving me ." you answered with sacasm. This was your way of trying to stay calm, cause inside you ,you were a nervous wreck.Did she just say ,she wanted to make a move on you ? -

She chuckled and stood up " very funny".

you looked back at your wound all cleaned up .Then you lifted your head to look at her ."Thank you , Natasha ".

There it was again , this feeling .Why are her so captivating? Nether of you dared to broke eye contact .Slowly her body seemed to move closer , the distance between you only a line of hope .You could feel her breath on you lips. One last look ,before you closed the line between you.The kiss was soft and passionate .Like it was only you two in the whole world. Her lips were so soft.She bit your lip, slowly pulling away . Her hand ran through your hair, pulling it behind your ear . Then coming to a halt, on the side of your face . She laid her forehead against yours .As you opened your eyes again ,you could not believe what just hapened.Was this some kind of magic going on , was she real?

" you want to get another drink?The night is still young ,who knows where it leads."

"i would love to " with that she helped you put your shoe on again and lead you back to the bar .

Now 2 years later , laying in her arms while watching James bond ,you couldn't be hapier .Maybe broken glass really does bring luck. You will forever remeber the moment you fell for Natasha.Little did you know she fell harder

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanov #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x you #black widow imagine #black widow smut #black widow x reader #black widow #marvel #natalie rushman #romance club #Spotify

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co-sharkie · 2 months

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Picture Perfect

Grayson Waller (WWE) x F! Reader

Triple H decided to hire a professional photographer to help get ratings up. In doing so, he hired a freelance photographer. She specialized in action shots, perfect for the job. She stood by the ring most of the night while Smackdown aired, taking photos of almost everything.

As the night went on, (Y/N) didn’t find many wrestlers that were super entertaining to watch. She never really watched wrestling, so it surprised her when she was given an opportunity to photograph WWE. Her specialty was boxing.

After taking a few filler pictures of the crowd, the lights shut off around the arena, highlighting the ring and flashy green and purple colors from the entrance screen.

Coming from the backstage was a man with sparkly green shorts and a matching sleeveless shirt. Behind him was another man with sweatpants and a tank top.

(Y/N) was entranced at the looks of the man who squat down for his entrance. He yelled something towards the crowd as he walked down the ramp. He had an Australian accent. (Y/N) snapped multiple pictures as he walked down the ramp.

—

When Grayson neared the ring, he noticed the photographer Austin told him about earlier. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the flash from her camera on him. Grayson pointed straight at her, making eye contact. He knelt down on the apron to pose for her.

She smiled and giggled to herself. A flash of light hit Grayson in his pose. He winked at her before ducking under the ropes. The booing of the crowd was drowned out as he kept his eyes on the photographer.

The only reason Grayson looked towards his opponent entering the ring is because the photographer started snapping pictures of them.

—

During Grayson’s match with Kevin Owens, he continued to sneak glances at the photographer. When Owens threw Waller out of the ring, fighting with him around the announcer table, Grayson still took a moment on the ground to look at her.

Grayson took control of the match and rolled Owens back into the ring. Before he attempted his finisher, Grayson strolled over to the photographer.

Out of breath, he said to her, “Get a good picture of this.” He smirked at her and she gave him a thumbs up. Waller hit his finisher, but he didn’t see any flash from the camera.

Disapointed, he now remained distracted for the rest of the match, resulting in him losing the match. Austin helped escort him from the ring, but Grayson wasn’t just upset over the loss.

—

“What’s up with you, man?” Austin scolded Grayson while they sat in the locker room.

Grayson groaned, “She didn’t take a picture of me when I did my finisher!” He threw his hands up. “But she did when Kevin Owens did his!”

Austin rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I saw her take the picture. If you weren’t so damn distracted the whole match you would’ve seen it too!”

Grayson furrowed his brows. “I wasn’t distracted. I was just…” he paused, trying to find the right words.

“Dude,” Austin started, “you were totally distracted by her. She’s probably somewhere backstage right now. You should find her so you can tell her how you were drooling over her the whole match.”

—

(Y/N) was backstage after the show ended, packing up her supplies, when she heard someone calling out.

“Hey, you’re that new photographer, aren’t you?” It was the man she took a few too many photos of. He jogged up to her, no longer in his wrestling attire, instead wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“I am, can I help you?”

“Yeah, just wanted to see what pictures you got of me out there.”

“I don’t even know your name and you’re already asking to see my work?” (Y/N) laughs. “They are not processed yet, but let me see if I can find them.”

She pulls her camera out of its case and begins clicking through the photos she took tonight. “You didn’t hear my name get announced?” He asked.

“No, I had ear plugs in. It was really noisy so I guess I just missed it.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “My name is (Y/N), by the way. Professional photographer from Miami.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, (Y/N).” He grinned. “Grayson Waller, professional wrestle, and hopefully your next date.”

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11:04am

Client: Hunter (WWE): Hey (Y/N), this is Hunter with WWE. I just got your email with the photos from last night and I wanted to say they are amazing. But I wanted to know if you got pictures of any other superstars? These are all of Grayson Waller.

#wwe x reader #Grayson Waller #Grayson Waller x reader #female reader #wwe fanfiction #WWE

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madeofcc · 2 months

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DH MELODIA : Chapter 6 : Drinks / Downtown part 1/2

TW : Alcohol use/mention

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INT-NIGHT/ BRIDGE BAR

THE GIRL ARE HAVING A DRINK BUT LEÏLA LOOKS A BIT SAD

??? : Can I get a beer please ?

WAITRESS : Yeah, it's girls night babe, 50% off !

AÏS : That's what I was thinking about … Don't you think so Lee ?

DES : Still thinking about this morning ?

LEÏLA : Huh ? What did you say ?

DES : Hiro …

LEI : Oh … Yeah …

DES : What's on your mind ?

LEI : I don't know … I've been feeling weird all day

AÏS : Try not to overthink about it girl, we don't know what the spell said remember ?

LEI : I know !

DES : You still have no memories of it ?

LEI : No … But I'm kind of tired to talk about it okay ? The spell said 24h that's all I can remember so … I guess tomorrow everything will be fine. I'm getting another drink !

AÏS : Damn, she's upset …

DES : I see … I think it's really serious this time, that's why she's acting distant … But I'm worried about that spell though, this could go wrong …

AÏS : I think we understand you on that point, but you said it yourself, it doesn't work on you so I guess if things go wrong, you'll be here to save us !

DES : As usual ….

LEÏLA IS COMING BACK WITH SHOTS. SHE LOOKS A BIT DRUNK

LEÏ : I GOT SHOTS !!! And I got some for you as well ! Come on girls, it's our night tonight !

DES : Oh no, she's drunk … You took 2 mojitos, and how many shots already ?

LEÏ : Come ooooon ! Just a bit ! The bartender offered me some free shots and some for you !

AÏS : Awesome ! Clara never disapoints me !

DES : She's in love of you Aïssa

AÏS : Like a lot of people !

LEÏLA SEEMS ELSEWHERE

DES : Still thinking about Hiro ?

LEÏ : Yeaaaah …

DES : What's on your mind girl ?

LEÏ : Well … He got mad, so I got drinks ♫

♫ First things first, yeah I know it's a bummer

That's right, it started with one that turned into another

You know I won't fake it or keep it under cover

And with it all out in the open, I can be me again

Taking the band-aid and ripping it off

Wish that I could but I can't care at all

House made of cards and it's starting to fall

Does it feel like I'm sprinkling salt?

He got mad, so I got drinks

No, I'm not walking around in circles worried about what he thinks

Out with my friend, drinking a drink

Aïssa knows the bartender so all the drinks are free

He got mad, so I got drinks

Yeah, some shit went down, so now I'm up for anything

Out with my friend, drinking a drink

I don't know what the problem is, I don't think it's me ♫

#alcohol TW #DHM #DH Melodia #Destiny Harbour #DH extras #DH Special #DHM Chap 6 #ts4 story #sims4 story #ts4 DH #sims4 DH #enjoy #mystory #sorry for the clipping and big shots #as you can see Leïla's outfit is not perfect #it's also a direct reference to Cyn's outfit in the video #Youtube

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hihellomy · 2 hours

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SAHSRAU IDEA

WARNING:Religious themes, cult themes, semi existencisl crisis, Boothill leaks(backstory)

Now listen ever since Boothill leaks dropped of his backstory i hated the IPC, and then i went on to learn more about them and damn. If Sahsr were real theyd be dead by now.

Like i take my hatred seriously, i just started Topaz's quest and i was nitpicking the most humbling options and the ones that were most pessimistic towards IPC, i decided to not pull ANY IPC CHARACTER, Topaz, Aventurine, Jade, Im not pulling any of them, f the shield and f the treasure, and my love for Boothill is visible, hes the reason i redownloaded (i was still very much in the tutorial part) and kept the game this time, and while my saving could have been bigger(i got a bit greedy on standard pulls) their at 110 with no pity on both character and weapon banner, i am getting that mf

And thew self aware lenses the Astral express is debating, the IPC arent perfect, yes, but they have friends there, they DID help places, but their grace refused to have anything even remotely positive towards them, should they...cut off all ties? If it pleases their grace maybe, and they cant deny how valid your concerns are, they are bad people, they have disapointed their grace, in fact youd be happy if they got wiped wouldnt you? No, youd want them alive. To torture them, and then... For their last breath will serve as a suficient offering

The IPC meanwhile are sweating bullets, some of them are aware of how rotten they are, some genuanly believe they are good, Topaz unfortunatly falls into the second category, she and Numpy are reaching high and low for only the best treasure for your offerings, pleading, begging you to forgive their actions, and maybe you could, if she felt and never looked back, burning away what was left, Aventurine's hands better off being choped off, its vibrating from panic, hes pacing back and forth, chewing on his glowes, can he even leave if he wanted to? who would he turn to? what would he do then? He may have been blessed by Mama Fengu but you... You are anything else, he doesnt like the IPC either but he knows that if you could, youd travel back in time and give him the coldest responses, and death threats behind that beautiful, safe screen. Jade, Miss Jade, Powerful and in control Jade, knew she was the most screwed from the three, it was no secret, what she did to Aventurine, her slaves, they held their usual expressions but she knew they were smilling on the inside, awaiting your rescuse from her hands, she knows turning over a new lief wasnt an option, youd just laugh at the idea she could reddem what she did, all she can do is call Diamond and seek a solution, what else is there

Boothill, Ive never seen him happier, he cant wait for hes release, for you to come pick him up, get him a brand new gun, give him all those thingamagics to make him stronger, to better make you happy, you care so much about him, hes your favorite, he hopes youll be happy w ith his trial and still choose him, hell do his best there! Oh he can already hear and see it all when the prophecy comes true, for when that stupid, cage breaks.... The wedding bells... The little rascals.... He already has a few names planned! Isnt he so great?

#sahsrau #honkai star rail #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #boothill #the IPC #Sahsrau boothill #yandere hsr #yandere boothill

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joethehoeee · 8 months

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"Why did you save me that night?" The question bore through his heart like a sharp dagger. The thoughts about that night hurt more than the phantom-pain of his broken horn. His back faced her, he was about to leave into the woods, like he always does if the guilt was to much to bear.

He tried to let his emotions deep in his heart. He wouldn't let them out. Not now. "Because you couldn’t save yourself." He answered coldly, his rough words rip through the cold air of the night. He knew that the words hurt her, even if she would try to play it off. He was a bloody asshole towards her. He knew it. He shouldn't be.

The red-headed women behind him scoffed in a playful tone, yet he could pick up on the small disapointment in her voice. "Is that all? Just because you pity my weakness?" She shoke her head with a hurt chuckle, was she nothing to him? The leaves on the trees nearby rustle from the wind as she spoke. He could hear her tho, his ears would always hear her voice even through the roars of the dark lord right next to his ear.

No...That's not all..., the voice in his stubborn head urged to tell her the real reason. "I...Loved-....Love you. I love you, Barbara. I loved you then. I love you now. I will always love you." He confessed, yet the voices only grew louder, ...no, that's not the only reason why you disgusting scumbag. Tell her. Tell her the truth. His voices echoed in his mind.

"What...?" Finally, he turned towards her, his eyes wide as if he hadn’t planned to say it out loud. The salt and pepperd hair streak fell over his face (like it always did since he let it grow out). His face consorted into a soft, yet somehow...guilty...look. He took a step towards her, one of his hands moved to her cheek to cup her face, wich was still hurt but the light in her eyes couldn’t be mistaken. His clawed thumb stroke the scar she had gotten from the night when all of it started. God he hated himself. HE was that light. But why?! Why would her eyes light up for him.

"I couldn’t let you die. I would've never forgiven myself if...not after-..." his voice grew softer and he tried, with all of his willpower, to not break down. But he couldn't stop it. Not anymore. Everything was to much for him...the lack of sleep, food, water and the guilt...it was to much. He opened his mouth again but-

Her soft and warm lips suddenly brush over his own cold ones. His tusks tickle her skin as he pulled her against him. He should stop. He knows that he should stop her right now. He does not deserve this. It dosen't matter if he showed guilt or redeemed himself by giving her a grave, bones or this damn jacket that he was hiding in his bag (for now).

He pulled away. He pulled completely away from her touch. He stepped back, leaving as much space as he could. "Walt-"

"NO. Don’t say it. You don’t. And you won’t ever will...not after..." He steps back, shaking his head furiously as she tried to walk towards him. Suddenly she stopped, just looking at him with a confused and hurt look on her face. "I don’t care what-"

"I know. But this isn’t what I-" he growled, more to himself than to her. "It's my fault." He looked down at his hands. Tears form in his eyes but he stopped them from rolling down his face. He could still feel and smell the childs blood. And hers...hers too. "Walt, I don’t understand...? What are you talking about?" She sighed. "Look I don’t care about your past...I care about you now. And I...I love you too..."

"It's my fault that Jim died."

"W-what...?"

"I...I killed Jim."

Wasn’t that fun?

Well technically he didn’t kill Jim personally but-

He was ordered to make the plan. It pretty much went like the battle of the bridge just that they won. Strickler made that plan. (At least i think so but if not then he made it in this AU.) He also didn’t do anything as Jim was killed and Barbara dies believing that he didn’t care (in that moment) but he was actually frozen in shock. He loved that boy even if he wants to deny it.

This conversation obviously goes on and would be a bit more detailed if I write an actual fanfiction but this should work out, for now.

Well second non-"canon" Version.

And with light-

Aaaand closeup:

More Context:

Barbara was attacked while she came home. In this version she wanted to dress a little up for her boys theater role. Tho, she almost never made it out of the house.

The times are a bit differently from the canon ep. Jim was killed and Gunmar got free like an hour before the school theater. Wich is why Strickler could save her.

Gunmar saw his weakness in her and Strickler couldn’t let her die just like that. He dressed properly (bc he knew he would now be Gunmars enemy wich made him disgusted of his former clothes.) and saved her. She was subconsciousin the burning building and he brought her to a save place.

At least until it wasn’t save and he fought against both Gunmar and Bular to keep her save. He lost his horn only a few days after that night.

#trollhunters #walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #toa strickler #toa trollhunters #stricklander #strickler #waltolomew stricklander #tales of arcadia #well I hope you like it #I will give more lore and writtings to you #at least for this AU #YOU THOUGHT YOU ESCAPED THE ANGST #HAHAHHAH #no #however...that means a lot of ✨️trauma✨️#I hope you guys are ready uhm bc there will be more now-#I have those weird phases #yet I hope you will enjoy it bc I still have soft fluff around the corner....somewhere #and I can't draw his feet #I swear Walter #WHY DO YOU HAVE FREE FEETS #like damn just wear shoes 🙄#No ....I love those disgusting grippers. But like why? I don't want to draw them #Barbara is too curious for her own good #this women needs to know #He needs to say it #sweet trauma and hard fluff this time #oh and is that Barb's burning house un the background? yes.

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phantomspren · 1 year

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I loved the finale.

I truly did.

But the lack of anymore Wittebane lore was really sad to me, cause honestly that’s been my favorite part of the show since I first saw Hollow Mind.

And there probably would have been something if Disney hadn’t cut it, but, well, I can’t change that and I’m still disapointed so here’s the fic I wrote when I should have been in bed and I had just finished crying for literally thirty minutes straight.

Basically, this is kinda a mess but I had fun writing it and it was disturbingly therapeutic for me.

Philip died.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to happen.

He’d lived for over four hundred years only to be stomped into the ground, driven from the most powerful body he’d ever inhabited.

His flesh had been ground into the dirt under the boots of a descendant of the witch who had led his brother into temptation and out of the light of God, and a human who had betrayed her whole species.

After four hundred years, that was how it all ended.

And he’d been so close.

And now he sunk into the darkness, the light above growing dimmer. He was unable to breathe, but his lungs had no need for air. He wasn’t sure if this was due to his being dead or his lack of a body. The liquid was dark enough that he couldn’t tell if he had any physical form at all.

He continued to sink.

And his mind replayed each and every of his failures.

His failure to properly destroy the human girl.

His failure to maintain the loyalty of a single one of his grimwalkers.

His failure to…

His failure to make Caleb understand his betrayal. His betrayal of both their ideals and of Philip.

His failure to bring Caleb home.

Four hundred years was a long time to grieve.

A long time to live with the blood of your brother on your hands.

And a long time to seek vengeance against those who had taken him down the path of sin.

And he had still failed.

His descent ended.

The liquid beneath him simply gave way, and Philp began to fall far more rapidly. The air rushing past him finally gave him the knowledge that he did in fact have a body, but he noticed nothing more of his physical appearance than a flash of Caleb’s blue coat before he thumped into the ground.

His vision blurred for a moment, but when it cleared, two all-too familiar faces loomed over him.

Evelyn, her short red hair a mess around her head. Her eyes contained a storm.

And…

And Caleb.

That damned cardinal sat on his shoulder.

“You stole my coat,” he said, a self-satisfied grin sneaking onto his face. “I’d like it back.”

“Caleb,” Philip gasped.

“Surprised to see me?” Caleb’s smile widened. “Is it because you thought that our souls would end up in different places perhaps?”

He tried to ignore the theological implications of it all.

Caleb proffered a hand to Philip.

In over four hundred years, Caleb’s smile hadn’t changed a bit.

But oh, how the situations that invoked that smile had shifted.

Philip smacked Caleb’s hand aside and the bird gave an alarmed chirp, but Philip just pushed himself to his feet.

Before he could get a look at his surroundings, he saw the rats nest of red hair approach out of the corner of his eyes and the next thing he knew he was laid out on the ground a second time, his nose throbbing in exactly the same place as it had three hundred years ago when the other Clawthorne had punched him.

This time when his vision cleared, the tears of pain finally having been blinked away, Evelyn still still had that storm behind her eyes but she shared Caleb’s smile.

“Bastard,” she said, the word containing the same force as that which was contained in her expression.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Caleb said. “You can keep the coat.”

“I hope it serves as a reminder of all that you have done,” Evelyn spat.

The two turned to go.

Caleb was leaving him again he was leaving with the witch he was abandoning him again again again again.

“Wait!” Philip pushed himself to his knees, reaching a hand out after them.

Evelyn kept walking, but Caleb turned.

“Caleb…”

Caleb met his eyes.

“I have lived with the decisions I made every day for centuries,” Philip started. “I have grieved over them every day. But I was doing it for the good of our souls, for the good of humanity!”

“You do realize that’s not an excuse, right?” Caleb said. “It was still you who made those choices. Not God. You refused to change even when confronted with the fact that you were wrong. You’re not that boy I used to know, Pip. I loved him, I truly did. But… when I was confronted with a better way of seeing the world, one that relied less on judgment and more on love and acceptance, I had to take it. I offered you that choice, later on. Perhaps I should have offered it to you sooner, but I was desperate to escape the hate that we had surrounded ourselves with. And…” He glanced over his shoulder at Evelyn, who was now waiting in the distance. “Well, I was a teenager. A foolish boy in love. I could never have guessed how that hatred would distort you. I loved my younger brother. But I thought that you would be strong enough to resist. You aren’t that boy anymore. And I cannot love this monster that you’ve become. And this time, me leaving you is not the act of a child. It is the act of a man who is leaving behind the demon who attempted to steal everything from him and the world and the people he came to love. And…” Caleb’s face contorted, the smile momentarily leaving his lips. “And then trying to bring me back. Again and again. Just to kill me again.”

“I was trying-”

“The first time I left you, it was of my own free will and I regret that. I regret not bringing you with me. The second time, you forced me to leave you by killing me. And now I will leave you again and I will never look back. I have said all that I have needed to say to you. Goodbye, Philip.”

Caleb turned and strode away.

What Philip didn’t know was that he’d only been brought to the end to bring closure to his elder brother’s troubled soul.

As Caleb’s words began to sink in, began to worm their way into the crack of Philip’s heart, that purpose was fulfilled.

Philip still felt as though he had done what was right. For that was who he was. Merciless, uncaring, desiring only to fulfill his own wants and wishes.

The words hurt, yes, and he recognized some of them as true, but they changed nothing within him.

And so for a final time, his body began to lose form. His flesh gave way to a mass of green sludge, a symbol of the corruption and damage he had done to his own flesh and soul. With no bones or body to contain him, his being simply slipped into the earth, where the ways of the universe finally expunged him from existence.

#watching and dreaming #toh spoilers #my writing #the owl house #i kid you not i was sobbing for thirty solid minutes #and so now my face hurts #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane

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garbage--account · 10 months

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Random opinion #6, 'cause IE ares was disapointing and it makes me sad😢 (part 4) :

5. Justice for Zeus ! No 5 minutes match like the anime please. They are last year finalists and Outer Code promised drama. Where is it now?! Obviously, we need to focuse only on Inakuni vs Zeus and not on wtv happens during Seishou vs Outei Tsukinomiya (they did it perfectly during season one for Teikoku vs Zeus, why). Here the proposition : Asuto and Haizaki, who are now getting along and fighting capitalism, learn their next adversaries. Outei Tsukinamiya for Haizaki, so he can beat the ass of Nosaka, and Zeus for Asuto, ex-finalists that drugged their way to the top last year. Haizaki obviously can't wait to be the match, while Asuto is confident 'cause Zeus cannot cheat anymore so they will be easier. Meanwhile, Zeus is having a hard time : since they cheated last year, public hates them and the team actually fear for their safety. It is becoming hard to get together to train and all this drama has severe repercussions on Perseus and Hades, the new recruits of the team who are still in their first year. We talk shit about them everywhere had Aphrodite can't catch a break. The day of the match, Asuto wonders how Haizaki is doing against Nosaka but is cut off his thoughts by the sound of the very aggressive public toward their rivals. In fact, the federation installed unbreakable glass around the field to prevent people to throw objets at the players and to come down the field to attack. Aphrodite (and his team) manages to look impassible of all those shrieks and looks at Asuto directly in his eyes (ignoring Michinari) and Asuto feels suddenly oppressed. The match begins and Zeus are far to fast and powerfull, Inakuni understands they have underestimated Zeus without God Aqua while they easily score a goal in the first minute of the match. Zeus understands that Inakuni didn't prepare properly for a national tournament match since they have been underestimated : they look at Inakuni with disdain from now. It is Inakuni's turn to have a rough time, until Perseus at one point accidentally did a fool, and perfect excuse for people to hate Zeus even more. The match stopped 'cause some madlad manage to access the field with a knife, jeopadizing the players present. After some times, God Bull called off their sponsorship, not wanting anymore drama. Zeus cannot keep on participating in FF so Inakuni moves to the next round, knowing damn well they would have lost if not for what happened. To add salt to the injury, Asuto learns that Haizaki lost and is injured, so he ended his day listening to his complains. Asuto wonders now his Inakuni really has its place in the FF, while their next opponent turns out to be Hakuren....

#Inazuma Eleven #inazuma eleven ares #Zeus didn't deserve that humiliation 😭#Look how they massacred my bois #Part 5 coming soon

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project-xviii · 11 months

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THE AWAKENING

AKT III

TW: minor cursing, body horror

7 December 20XX

3:08 am

"UGHHH HOW MANY MOREE..."

"Stop whining Dos. Now hurry up before someone wakes up and starts looking for us!" Duke snarled.

Over night Duke,Mos and Dos broke into a nearby storage shed and stole some resources. As they were escaping they realised driving on the rails would've created too much noise, so they decided to walk instead.

"We've been walking for hours and i didn't even get the chance to eat supper god damn it."

"Duke maybe we should take a break? I'm pretty sure no one has followed us this far." Mos suggested while carrying metal boxes on his shoulders.

Duke stopped and turned around at the two. "I guess you're right. A short break won't hurt. But we need to find some place to warm up."

The three looked around themselfs. The rails and the ground were hidden by a rug of hardent snow. Behind them their footprints were being filled with a new soft powdery layer. They looked deeper into the land but it was pointless. A cold fog blocked their view making them feel as If the only things that existed were them and the endless snow that danced around them, twirdling like stars in the night sky. Eventually the fog calmed down a little and a steep hill was recognizable.

"Look!" Mos pointed out. "Maybe we can find some shelter there."

"Good Idea. Follow me!" Duke lead towards the build. Mos and Dos followed right after.

The three trains approached the rocky build. Unlike everything around it, it wasn't completly covered in snow and ice. Its naked granite walls were the only thing who's color wasn't clean white. Duke gently stroked the surface of the stones. They were smooth and cold like a frozen soulless corpse. Duke's eyes wandered by the wall looking for any possible caves to hide in. Mos and Dos were behind, grunting under the steel boxes they carried on their backs. Duke didn't mind the heavy weights he was carrying. Since he was a teen he had carried pieces of heavy machinery for X's crazy inventions. At first he would crumble under the weight. His legs would feel like jello and he was often afraid that the hefty pipes and cables would crush his small body. But with time he got stronger and those massive weights were nothing but tiny stones to him. The same couldn't be said about his friends tho.

"God my spine is killing me." Mos huffed. "Duke please tell me you've found something."

"Sorry, nothing in sight." Duke answered.

A disapointed grunt was heard as a response.

As the minutes went on the weather got worse. The harsh wind blew the snowflakes at the three, paining them. Thanks to the wind the soft flakes stung like needles on their body. It was painful. They were attacked from all sides by the dreadful cold but they didn't lose hope yet.

After a while Mos' pace got slower and his steps got slopier 'till he finally stopped and sat down into the snow.

"I... *huff* i can't go on..."

"What do you mean you can't go on?"

"I'm too tired... Everything hurts..." Mos panted. "Go on without me... I'll.. I'll catch up, i just need a break..."

"i'm not leaving you behind Mos." Duke replied.

"No, no its alright. X needs those boxes, you can't just leave them behind.."

Duke sighed. "Im not going to risk you dying just to bring some stupid boxes to X. I'm staying." He walked to Mos, placed the steel boxes into the snow and turned towards Dos.

"Dos."

"Yeah?"

"Go look for a place to hide. I'll stay here to make sure Mos is okay."

"Alright. Just stay here so i can find you later."

The olive train continued stomping through the heavy snow as the wind shot tiny ice flakes onto his face.

After a little while of kicking snow out of the way Dos noticed a faint flicker in the distance. At times it was weak and small, barely able to eluminate its light a little more then a few Inches, other times it was strong and bright, capable of showing a clear way to it, and to Dos' pleasure, a nearby tunnel. Dos sprinted back to his brothers as he realized that he had found a safe place.

Not so far away Duke and Mos had opened some of the boxes in hope of finding anything that could keep them warm. Most of the containers had either food, water or oil. Not really something useful when you were freezing to death. The only thing that was any use to them were dusty rags made of old felt. The kind of rag painters layed onto the floor so the paint wouldn't leave any unwashable stains on the floor. As disgusting and uncomfortable they were, atleast they were able to keep the both warm.

"Thanks Duke, you really didn't have to do this."

"No need to thank me, i just want to make sure you're okay." Duke answered. "Sure you're annoying sometimes and you mess up our plans from time to time but still, even after all you've done, i just wouldn't be able to live without you bro."

"Aww thanks man." Mos grinned warmly.

"GUYS! GUYS!" Someone yelled. Their steps becoming louder and louder. "I FOUND A CAVE!"

"Dos?" Duke noticed a figure in the snow. The figure soon took shape and color. It was indeed Dos.

The lad shuffled out of the snow and excitedly told them his discovery.

"To the south! There's some sort of hideout, we can go there to warm up!"

"Is it far?"

"it's right behind this rock. Outside is a light so you can't miss it."

"Sweet!" Duke turned to Mos. "You alright bro? Does something still hurt?"

Mos collected himself from the snow and wrapped himself into the feltrag. "My legs hurt a bit but overall im alright."

"Do you want us to carry some of your boxes there?" Dos added.

"Nah it's good, i'll manage." He grabbed some boxes and stacked them onto his shoulders.

"Okay, lets go then!"

The two followed him, stamping through the freezing blanket, only stopping on a few occasions to check If Mos was fine. Luckily the fella was in good condition.

After minutes of walking, Dos stopped at the flickering, which revealed to be an old dusty oil lamp. A little flame fought against the wind as it tried to silence it. The lamp was hung on an old wooden post that could shatter into a million pieces at any second. Near the post was an entrance, a tunnel to be exact. Dos and Mos were quite pleased at the sight. The two imidiatly ran to the entrance of the tunnel without a second thought.

"Wait!" Duke ran behind them, trying to stop them. However the two were much quicker than him.

"Whoa! Look at this place!" Mos gasped. "This tunnel is massive!"

Duke still stood outside of the entrance. Something in his gut told him that this place was no good. With every second he questioned himself more. Should he follow them? Or his gut?

Skepticaly, he entered the cave.

The tunnel was quite different from any other He had ever seen before. Instead of going straight, the tunnel went over the place. Like the roots of a tree diging into the ground. The walls and celling had a unique patern. Long deep skratches covered most of the areas. On the floor two wide lines were dug into the ground.

"This place was most deffinetly not build by humans, nor trains." Duke thought to himself.

He gently stroked the walls, investing himself in the lines on the walls. The lines were deep, wide and long, not really something you would expect to see in a cave.

"Machinery couldn't have created this tunnel either." He backed away from the wall. With every step he took, the lines became longer and uneven. In fact they looked weirdly familiar to Duke. It deffinetly wasn't something he had seen before, but it reminded him of something.

"These... These are claw prints." He realized.

He backed away again, leaning himself on the wall behind him. His eyes focused on the mandala that consists of masses of scrabes which were carved into the flesh of the walls. "What on earth build this place..."

"Ey! Duke! You gotta check this out!" Mos yelled out from afar. "Here's some weird tech stuff."

Duke answered with silence. He took one last look at the piece of work, his Imagination trying to understand what monstrosity created it. Out of fear, he quickly shook away those thoughts and walked towards his friends location.

As Duke entered a hidden room, he was blinded with a flashing light coming from a screen.

"W-What the-"

"Oh there you are Duke, i thought you got lost back there." Dos answered.

"What is that light?"

"Oh that? That's some weird big screen we found. It's pretty weird. Also we should probably cover it with something cuz' this thing makes my eyes feel like they're on fire."

"Wait a sec, i got just the thing to cover it." Mos rustled through a metal box he had and took out the ugly felt rag. He then hooked one end on the corner of the screen and threw the rest over it.

"Thanks Mos."

"No problem mate. Anyway, where are we?"

The three looked around the room. Some softer light got through the felt blanket and gently eluminated the surrounding. On one side of the room the walls were covered by monitors, cork boards and documents which had long lost their meaning. On the other side were pick-axes, shovels, colapsed wagons filled with coal and containers from which a dark scarlet liquid had dried on its surface.

The sight of the container was especially disgusting for Mos. He was capable of recognizing that liquid from miles away. Ever since childhood he made countless memories from when X would hurt himself on accident and the same crimson fluid would flow out of his body. He especially despised it's horrid smell.

"that's fuel." He pointed out.

"I've noticed." Duke added.

Dos looked away from the containers and focused on the papers on the cork board. He approached the board and picked up a few documents that layed in the ground before attaching them to the wall. The papers were old and fragile, there was not one piece which wasn't falling apart in one way or another. Some texts were barely readable due to the ink being smeared across it.

Gently he removed one piece that seemed to be in good condition and tried to decode it.

"Does it say something?" Mos asked.

"I dunno." Dos examined the paper. "I don't really understand what is written here. The're some code names and dates and stuff."

"Let me see." Duke took the paper from Dos' hands. Mos looked over Duke's shoulder.

The paper was shriveled and soft due to the moisture in the cave. Its edges were crooked and it's color was dirty. The three observed the Text, decoding sertain words and understanding sentences. In the end, they read the following:

A disaster has struck us.

Ever since he had managed to gain deeper understanding behind this warfare, he has been disregarding our orders. We have tried to get him to obey again, using the shock collars located on his body, however without positive outcome.

Not only has he stricked on the combatants, but our souldiers aswell. We are being butchered by our own ally. I never thought it would ever come to this. We have put so much work, effort and money into that thing and now it has completly turned against us.

This battle is no longer between us and the opponent, but between us all and this damned brute.

I will not be able to get out of here alive today. Any second now that monster will be grinding me in it's jaws. Not even praying is going to help in this situation. What should i even pray to when i've convinced myself that there's no thing as a God?

No. I refuse to give up. Im not going to die so pathetically by my own creation. If i brought it into this world, so can i take it out of it. Using the dynamite i could exploit it's weakness and finish him off!

However, if you won't find my body laying in this very room, persume i miscalculated.

"Monster?" Duke thought to himself. "Maybe that creature created these tunnels. But what could that thing be?" His mind was filled with questions. It seemed like it could explode at any second. Everytime he managed to somehow answer a question of his, new one's were created. How big must have that monster been? How long was it? What did the writer mean with soilders? Human soilders? Train soilders? Did that thing kill all of them? Piles and piles of questions that were stacking up in eachother faster than the stacking of the snow outside the cave. Duke was so deeply trapped in his own mind he didn't realize someone was aproaching.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" A grumpy mumbled voice barked. "You three were supposed to be in our hideout!"

The three turned around in a heartbeat to be greeted by a very familiar yet not very pleased face.

"X?" Mos asked confused. "What are you doing here."

"collecting scraps, what does it look like?" The ruby train pointed at the rusty pieces of metal he carried on a forklift cart. "Now you. What are you doing here."

"Well... Um..." The three tried to come up with an answer.

"And where are your gasmasks? Do you know how fuckin' toxic the air in here is?" X added while pointing on his own mask.

"We... didn't bring any..." Dos babbled.

"Ughh... I have a few spare one's under all the rubble i've collected."

Both Duke and Dos walked towards the cart before digging in it's contents. Mos stayed at the front with X, trying to somehow make X a little joyfuller.

"So- um..." Mos stuttered. X looked up at him, with sunken eyes that were caused by the lack of sleep and a resting bitch expression.

"W-Why is... um... why is the- um- air so toxic?" He nervously giggled under his breath.

X didn't answer at first, his already annoyed and sleepy face got somehow even more annoyed. Mos was swearing bullets. After a silent moment X sighed and calmly answered his question.

"This place was once partcialy a coal mine. And the things is, where coal is, is methane. Methane is deadly. It looks, smells and feels exactly like air, except it's highly flamable. This gas was collecting itself in these rooms for generations. This means that the tiniest spark could cause this entire strukture to blow up. But it also means that If we breathe it in for to long, we'll drop dead.

You got that?"

Mos quickly nodded.

"Good."

"We got the masks!" Duke pulled two out and threw one to Mos. Dos struggled for a few seconds putting his mask on, but he managed. He was wearing it upside down.

"You got the boxes?"

"Right here X."

"Good. Now let's get out of here." The red trains lead the three towards a wide tunnel with a green label stating: EXIT above it. They kept walking towards the exit 'til Dos slowed pace and stood still.

"Dos?" Duke turned around and stopped. "You're not coming?"

"What? No, no, im just looking at these weird papers we read earlier."

"What papers?" X questioned. Duke quickly answered. "We found this board on which weird documents are pinned. Appearently it's about some monster or battle. But i don't really understand what it could mean."

"Oh these things." He sighed. "That's just rubbish. Come on Dos, we got more important things to do than look at garbage."

"A-alright." The four wandered into the tunnel. Dos turned around in last time to examen the papers before returning to the group. As they were walking Dos' mind was flooding with questions, however unlike Duke, the questions didn't fuel his fear, but rather his intrest and curiosity. Each question he asked himself caused him to want to return to the board and read each single one of these documents. He would've read them, studied them, feeding his spirit of inquiry till it was fed enough.

Close to the exit, Dos stopped one last time to look behind him. He could still see the dim light coming from the hissing screen.

"Dos?" Mos looked for his friend.

"I'll... I'll be right back." Dos walked back to the room.

"Wait- where are you going?!" X grunted.

"I- uh... I forgot something in there! You three go on, i'll catch up!"

The Olive train ran back to the room and approached the corkboard. He overlooked all the papers, seeking something intresting. His eyes noticed a wrinkly folder of papers on one of the desks. He grabbed it and blew away the dust that layed on top. Once most of the dust was out of the way, he could read a black label which read "Project XVIII".

He looked at the desk once more and realised that the entire desk was covered in such folders. Most of these were mushy and falling apart while others where drowning in moisture. A lot of papers were spilled all over them aswell. He rustled through the binders, looking for anything in good enough condition to take with him. As he dug deeper he eventually stumpled onto the desks surface which was covered in his curiosities worst nightmare. Colourful buttons.

It wasn't that he was terryfied of these things, nope, quite the opposite. These tiny fidgets would bring him such massive satisfaction that would entertain him for years.

Looking at those colourful studs he was mentaly as well as physically fighting himself not to press any of them. He knew he shouldn't touch them, yet he simply couldn't calm himself down knowing he wasn't able to touch them. Especially the large crimson one right on top.

He reached out his arm to press it, but he quickly snatched it back. "No. I shouldn't press it. The rest is waiting for me." He left the table and approached the exit.

"But it wouldn't hurt anyone if i touched it." He turned around with a grin. "I'll just give it a quick peck, no one's even going to notice hehe."

He reached out once again, his finger right on top of the button, when suddenly-

*CRACK*

He looked up, spooked, and noticed how wooden pillars that stabilized the cealing, slowly break doe to it's age. Dos felt a cold shiver go down his spine. Momentarily he chickend out of the cave running straight towards his companions, leaving everything behind to continue drowning in the depressed atmosphere. His curiosity might be fierce but not enough to defeat fear.

Once outside, the olive train joined his friends group, taking some boxes on his shoulders and calmly yet startled wandered back to their hideout, where their soft beds waited for their arrival.

3:25 am

Bitter silence filled the room. Wood creaked under the pressure of the soil that layed above. Water dripped from icy spikes and collected itself in tiny pools, carved into the pavement.

This silence had lasted for generations. Nothing but the dribble of the toxic rain was know to the souls which decayed ages ago. Corpses, severed limbs, innards, bones, anything that once had the impression of something alive, rotted in the moisty airspace. Blood turned to oil, skin turned to leather and flesh turned to a feast for pests. At had been like this ever since the cave was build. This endless decaying was an endless cycle of death, or atleast, it was...

One of the wooded pillers ruptured. Heavy soil smashed on the desks, rocks crashed onto the old screens, obliterating them. Soon the pillar its came loose, plunging straight onto the button covered deck, whose frail paper armor had been scattered. The heavy frame crashed with a loud thud, breaking and bending the desk into curved mess.

Right after, the room was once returned to its silent state...

Not so far from the cave, the beast peacefully slumbered in their prison. Some crows have already awakened yet still remained near the beast, warming themselfs on it's neck. The soft glimmer of the moon humbly layed a cold glow on their massive chest. It was frosty and nippy yet pleasant in a unique way. The creature slowly awakened. Through a small slit on its Blindfold it could recognize small flutters of his feathery companions. It let out a peacefull hiss as a good morning. Some birds let out a simular hiss aswell.

Suddenly several blinding siren lights blarred through the cell. Everyone snapped awake. All of the crows shot up into the air and wheeled through the room. The beast scuffled violently, hitting the icy pillars with it's mass and causing them to crack. It panted heavily, their mind in a daze. Sharp red lights blinded the birds and caused them to crash onto the beasts body. Roars of agony and fright echoed through the cell.

And then, out of the blue, everything went dead silent. The sirens stopped blaring and the lights stopped shinning. Both the beast as well as it's companions huffed heavily. During the ruckus a few chains snapped thanks to which the beast could now move it's head. Carefully it listened to it's surrounding. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even the crows dared to make a sound.

The creature patroled the room further. It could sense something wasn't right...

- DEACTIVATING SAFETY CONTAINMENT PROTOKOLL -

Century old chains snapped. The muzzle on its face became loose and fell off.

A thousand pound frame crashed onto the pavement. With barely any energy the creature stabalized itself. Their body violently shaking as it chocked on its own blood. It wheezed in torment as it felt warm liquids flow out of it's nose and throat, leaving behind a burning sensation. It cried out in agony, begging for the pain to end but it only made it worse. It's lungs felt as if they were on fire. Defeated it layed down and relaxed its body. He looked up through the dusty windows and saw a beautiful pearl in the sky. At first it couldn't recognize it, but with time it realized it was just the humble moon.

It layed there, stunned. It couldn't remember when was the last time it saw the night sky. It had been kept in there for so long the concept of day and night seemed alien to them. It scratched its back, taking off all the chains that once held it in place and kicked them away, leaving a chain nest on the ground.

Steadily it grabbed some wires that were attached to the cealing and pulled itself up. It tensed its muscles and stiffed it's spine. Its bones cracked in a harmony as it's joints engaged in movement. Once it stretched out its body, releaving it of pain, it gazed it's eyes up on the window. Carefully it walked towards the cells gates, which were two iron doors.

It grabbed the rusty handles with its massive claws and slid the doors onto the sides. A chilly breeze of fresh air touched it's armored exterior. It felt like a cold slap on the stomach. It backed way, slightly closing the doors, it didn't like that.

Curiously it peeked its head out. A dance of snow dazzled on top of it's nose, then another and another. Soon a raven landed on its head and hopped onto it's snout. It croaked at the beast, it tried to say something, perhaps it soothed them.

Right after a small flock of birds playfully flew circles around its head, encouriging it to join its play. After that the remaining birds flew outside, whirling toghether with the pearly flakes. Toghether they formed beautiful formations, which flowed like the ocean waves. It was a dance of beauty and freedom.

The beast's eyes were locked onto the configuration, admiring the charm of the birds art. It stepped outside, snow creaking under it's hooves. As it was aproaching, the birds formed a new structure, a wedge to be exact. Chains of Birds flew in a circular motion towards the top of the wedge creating the impression of a tornado, with the beast in its center.

it closed it's eyes as humble wind embraced it's body with a hug. It felt so pleasing, so reasurring and kind. Old forgotten memories returned to the beast, reminding it of its home. They opened their eyes and admired the night sky. Stars decorated the back, complementing the moon, which sparkled like a marble Crystal.

That's when they realized,

They were finally free...

End of CHAPTER I:

THE AWAKENING

#robot trains #au #the catering

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omi-papus · 2 years

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Im going to start calling that AU I made the "Xenoworx AU".

But in that, I say that when talking to Robin, a few of the crew refers to Al-An as "Your Pokemon".

Al-An at some point out of sheer boredom, gets into helping just about everyone with anything. Including things he is absolutely not equiped to even understand. This leads to him attempting to help other memebers with their dating lives, thinking that since hes bagged a human he should be an expert. And is shocked to find that no, not really. Robin is just a masive weirdo and what works on her probably isnt the best idea in most other cases.

The human crew members are the ones mentioned in the Wiki,

Cal

Lina

Isis

Robin

And some new guy who jumped in when Alterra baught Xenoworx out, and expected to get a good financial oportunity but now hes fucking stuck here. Lets name him like... Jordan or something.

Jordan in the only other field researcher, so hes front row seat to Robin bullshit.

Isis and Lina where certain Robin had died in 4546b. And deadass arranged her funeral. Robin somehow shows up before said funerals date. And all of these poor bastards have to attend knowing damn well, this bitch is back at the base laughing her ass off at the whole thing.

Cal was the only one that had 100% faith in Robin, and when she shows up with her 3 meter custom made alien boyfriend, hes wirded out, but more so disapointed because, "I expected something weirder".

But on a more serious note, Robin is lowkey really upset that she gets a funeral being alive when Sam didnt.

But in this universe, she actually sort of set a makeshift funeral at the head of the frozen leviathan, and Al-An makes sure to remind her of that.

Cal and Robin where college friends, despite studying diferent majors. They are both constantly asked how they put up with so much all the time, and they deadfaced and sicronized will go "Nothing will ever be as bad as our unis infrastructure."

Robin can and will, steal a specimen of every single animal, that Al-An mentions looking like a creature from his planet for him. You bet this chick breeding Lilipaddlers in the storm drain.

Al-An actually tries to help Jordan find other employment, since its obvious he wants out, and he feels bad for him. And Al is oddly enough, incredible at interviews, but Jordan always fucks up Al-Ans perfect plan one way or another.

#subnautica #subnautica below zero #al-an #robin ayou

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nights-nonsensical-ramblings · 1 year

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Prime episode six. spoilers. lets go!

operation cheese?

looks like knucks has taken to the spin attack well

we got a full scale rebellion

oh dear, rustys back on the eggmans side again

rebel is mad

oh. nine wated his first friend back didnt he

ooh. knucks was not happy at the betrey. he mad

Hey, Knucks got his shap teeth to.

noo rusty

yay helpful big

Huh time diferecnes interesting.

knucks was so ready to tear sonic appart

theyve been found

the animation is so cool.

heck yeah knucks being a strong boy

NIne!

homing attack chain

oh this is cool. nines got a ship that can travel the shatterverse

what. weres this

the grim?

Nine's kinda concerning me

Wait, was that the origional Knuckles calling out? i cant tell if it sounded more like the statterverse one or not

Knucks does seem more like a melee guy

sorry not allowed to swear bud

damn babby just batting them around likee they're nothing

ooh knucks has a grapling hook

the splits of death

oh no rebel!

he sounds so disapointed

i love rebels reaction. shes so done

yay nine to the rescue

the mother shp? uh oh.

i love how edgy nine is.

ooo dr dont is putting away his game. now its serious.

oh dear tractor beam.

oh wow knucks can create shockwaves.

i was gonna say uh oh but nine smirked. whats he planning?

#sonic prime spoilers #night watches sonic prime #Liveblog

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sansloii · 1 year

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[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] | THE FIVE SENSES ( not accepting )

The ring at their doorbell is unexpected at best and... a little odd at worst. Mikah takes a moment or two to just stop and stare at the entrance to their apartment, dark brows furrowing just a tiny bit as they set down the cup they had just filled with water. They don't deliberate too long on whether or not they should open the door, though. Phone is fished out of their pocket as bare feet carry them the short distance to the door, with the thief briefly waking it up to peek at the time, noting how late it was, before tucking back away. Mikah lifts their head to then peek through the spyhole and…

…it's Myles…

……. with flowers.

The emotion that bubbles up in them should be exasperation �� they should be annoyed. A couple hours ago, when they had asked him ( quite nervously ) if he wanted to come over, he told them he couldn't. And they were visibly disapointed that he couldn't, even if they had said it was fine.

Now here he was, with his stupid, perfect face that they could see through the viewer finder, and the stupid bouquet that looked just as perfect.

The thief purses their lips as they take a step to the side, making quick work of all the locks on their door and pulling it open to squint at the blond.

“You're a real bastard, ya know that?” they tell him, “And you're late.”

“You're so lucky I like ya, Myles. So very lucky” — and he was the only one they held such affection for. So much so, that they open the door a little bit wider and step aside so that he has room to enter — that they pause a moment as the smell of fragrant, fresh flowers travel with him to fill up their doorway.

Their lips part to add something snarky — like letting him stand out there the next time he does that. The words however, die on their tongue by the time they face him again. The bouquet is being offered to them with that small boyish smirk of his that never fails to make their pulse stutter like it's about to stop for a couple seconds.

….God damn him…

“…Did ya eat anythin' yet?” they ask lowly, the faintest hint of pink on their cheeks as they accept the flowers. “I can cook somethin' quick for ya if ya haven't.”

@hhemeraa

#hhemeraa #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#✖ ┊ ⧼ ambition is not a dirty word ⧽ ⇹ ( m. )#⚜ ┊ ⧼ it’s a wonderful cat’s life ⧽ ⇹ ( main verse. )#♥ ┊ ⧼ being with you feels like belonging ; it feels like home ⧽ ⇹ ( mikah & myles )#.based on something we talked about on disco #.i tweaked a little #.but still the same vibe of Mikah being hopelessly gay for Myles

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ellanainthetardis · 1 year

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Allegiance of Honor by Nalini Singh My rating: 2 of 5 stars 2.5 Disapointment is this book middle name for me. It just wasn't what I expected and it had so many of the flaws I already picked up from the last couple of books that I'm losing hope for the rest of this series. First of: there was far too much recaping and it came far too often. I can understand why some of the most obscure characters who appear once or twice need a brief recap but come on... Judd? Lucas? Sasha? Sienna? Kaleb? Hawke? They've been in every damn book. We don't need the full summary. Which brings me to the next thing that irked me: so many freaking repetitions. Three times we're told Judd and Kaleb offered to teleport Xavier while he's off looking for Nina. Three bloody times. At length. And if I'm not mistaken it was already said in the previous book. I liked seeing everybody but one of my main gripe is also that this book offers very little character development. Everyone is pretty much still at the point they were at the end of their respective book give or take one or two exceptions so what's the point? I love to read about Kaleb, don't get me wrong, his scenes are always a treat, but there's no progress for most people. Another thing that makes it difficult to stay focused is the way scenes jump back and forth in time with no real warning. The story in general is all over the place because, big shocker, there is no plot: it's a repeat from last book with kidnapping and such. It's just an excuse of a plot and it's not compelling and it doesn't work when the bloody book is the fifteenth in a series. I was expecting this to be a conclusion to a first arc but there was no resolution at all. I thought it would be focused on the Trinity Accords but they were barely mentioned at all. We get a vague suspect who's obviously not the real culprit. The whole book was the kind of self-indulgent stuff you would look for in a fanfic to mind the gap. It's pure domestic fluff. Which tells me the next books will still have the main players in it (lucas, hawke, ming etc) and it won't be a "sequel/reboot" at all, it will just be more characters added to an already overflowing mix and even less resolution because if we resolve the conflict then we don't have a backdrop for more book. It's too bad because this series was good but I think we're past the point where it should have been laid to rest (or at least that arc of it). I'll try the next book but if it's more of the same I might just drop the series. View all my reviews

#i read stuff #book review

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smertzimy · 2 years

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@ariadne-inthesky

The little girl had her ideas. Strongly held little toddler ideas. Like being held by Bu’hy. Right here, right now, despite his perfectly logical rebuttal - which was seen as an absolute illogical and even mean thing by the blond toddler, who doubled down on her efforts to be held. Good thing Ariadne was coming back with - sadly ! - her hands full with fresh laundry to iron. She lifted an eyebrow at her friend’s remark, before realising the direness of the situation, plopping her basket on the nearest surface - as far as possible from any cat in need of fresh laundry to sleep on - and scooped the little one up, who scowled. She didn’t want Mama, she wanted Bu’hy, god damned !

“Mh ? Oh… Lucie, baby, please, let Bucky put his cocoa back on the table first….”

Putting down the mug on the kitchen table once Ari picked up the little girl who was a lot more dificult to predict once she learned to walk and run..... To Bucky’s horror that is. “Yeah don’t want a part two of christmas.....!” Bucky grimaced so slightly at the memory of spilling a glass of red wine over Lucie which had looked a lot worse than it truly was and Lucie had been more angry that she was stinky. “Oh she looks so disapointed in you right now.” He chuckled before picking Lucie from Ari. To say he was anxious handling the toddler was the understatment of the century but it was practically a joke between Ariadne and himself at this point.

#ariadne-inthesky #V; Stars and stripes

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hi!!!! I love all of you're writing so much, you're literally amazing. I'm not sure if you're taking asks at the moment but if you are could you please do h and professional ballerina reader. I'm a pro ballerina and really just want to see what your vision would be for this. Thank you so much!!! xoxo

anon: can you do a fake instagram where the reader is a ballerina? ps. i binge read your masterlist daily

thank you to both of you! so kind of you to just be so lovely to me, it means a lot <33 i chose to do an instagram blurb overall just because i’m not too knowledgeable about ballet and also i have written a dancing fic here! hope this is okay for you both; <33