#I have been wanting to see the milky way in person (I have not gotten the chance to but this could be my chance...)

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

Word Count: 5.1 k

Warnings:

Part 2:

Unsteady hands gripped hard into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you tightly held on while headed straight to the military base. Your heart pounding furiously inside your chest, breath quick and short the closer you got, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes focused on the road. Christ were you gnawing at the bit to get there and once again see that beast of a man, the one keeping you begging for release for the past three months.

Those breathtaking bits of personalized porn you two had sent each other had done nothing other than made that inconvenient ache into a raging monster that could not be quenched. Hours spent furiously working yourselves, silently begging for a little ease in the constant throbbing had gotten nowhere except to drain the battery life on your phones from the constant re-watching of videos.

…though that last photo he sent you of his abdomen covered in his milky white cum after having watched your little romp into amateur pornography had left you feeling on top of the world for a couple days.

And just as you were on that last leg of desperation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel that led up to you driving where you were today. It had been exactly one week from when you got the text you had been waiting on from Simon:

“I’m coming home, baby. Fucking finally; Christ I thought I was going to rub myself raw. Best not wear anything you want to remain intact, you hear me? Cause the minute I get my paws on you, that's it.”

Thank fuck, the suffering was almost over.

That entire week seemed to drag on endlessly, each day crawling through at a snails pace, but here you were now only a few more minutes away from your destination. Even as you checked in at the entrance to the base, antsy and squirming in the seat of your car, you couldn’t believe that you had actually made it.

You took Simon’s message to heart when you got ready that morning, choosing a simple, flowy dress that he could literally shred off of you and you wouldn’t give a shit. It was just long enough that it could easily conceal the fact that you had done away with the panties today, opting for ease of access over anything else, but low cut enough in the front that he could get a nice eyeful of your full chest; you had no idea what would happen the moment you saw each other again and you weren’t taking any chances.

This reunion was bound to be explosive after all the visual edging you two had been doing lately and having to waste even a second more of time before your bodies could be joined felt like a crime.

You walked through the base, heartbeat rapidly increasing with each step as you got closer to where you knew you'd find that hulking Lieutenant hanging around.

And then you turned a corner and there he was like a specter brought back to life, standing idly beside the outside wall smoking as he watched the privates of his troop find their families and suddenly the wind was knocked from you.

“Simon,” you called out to him and he turned to face you.

That instant connection of your eyes felt like a shock from a live wire; Simon could feel the electricity run through his veins and tingle its way up his spine until the first prickles of sweat dotted across his body as his cigarette slipped from his fingers. It felt like he couldn’t breathe and the closer you got the worse it became; you knew what you were doing wearing that pretty little dress.

Fuck did he want to take a bite of those thick thighs he could see just under the hem that popped out every time you took a step and if his hands didn’t get their fill of your breast spilling out of his grip soon, he might just keel over and die. You were more than tempting, you were a feast sent to make him completely lose his goddamn mind.

His entire body was sent into shock as that ache that he had tried to keep from ripping him apart all day as he waited for your arrival overtook him until his balls pulsed and he had to adjust himself or get caught sporting a stiffy that would instantly tent the crotch of his pants and make it even more painfully obvious to any curious eyes just how gone he fucking was.

Coming to a stop you stood before him, your stomach doing back flips as you struggled to form words that weren’t just pleas for him to just rip the waistband of his pants down and take you right then.

“Hey you,” you said through unsteady breaths, trying to keep calm. “Long time no see, huh?”

Simon nodded. “Too fuckin’ long sweetheart. Ya look...” he had to clear his throat, “incredible.” He had to keep it short, there were still too many people about and even his words would cause him to lose composure.

“Well, it is a special occasion after all,” you chuckled. “Got to remind you what you leave behind every time you go.”

The need to take your hand and give it squeeze, that customary greeting that you both did when in public, made him hesitate. If he touched you right now, any bare part that met skin with skin, he may not be able to stop, not once those weathered and brutish fingers got their fill of all that sweet softness. There as still a little time left that he had to be there and the agony was already eating away at him.

“Believe me, I fuckin’ know,” he said as he shot you a look; I’ve been in hell waitin’ to get back to it, it whispered to you.

Taking a few calming breaths, he risked lacing his broad fingers in between the empty spaces in your own. Simon could feel the rapid thump, thump, thump, of your pulse against his palm; good, you were just as excited for this reunion as he was.

Somehow that made it a bit easier, knowing that the feeling was mutual.

“Can we go?” you asked eagerly, hopeful that you were closer to the end of your joint suffering sooner rather than later.

Simon stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. “Gotta be here just a bit longer,” he muttered dejectedly under his breath. “God, I want ya so bad I can’t see straight.”

You squeezed his hand back. “It’ll go fast,” you assured. “And…I mean… no one’s looking this way if you wanted to touch me a little more. Maybe you’ll find something you’ll like.”

It was dangerous, but he took a chance with even more touch as he released your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist, bring you in to him until your hips were touching. You were warm against him, warmer than the day would suggest, and the curve of your hip that he ran his fingers over delicately to retrace the lines he had dreamed about felt even better than he remembered.

Silently you peaked over at his face, watching as his head faced firmly forward to watch for any prying eyes, but it was clear he hadn’t noticed it yet. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, you kept quiet; he’d figure it out eventually. Those exploring fingers were beginning to stray more towards the back of you to the small dip at the base of your spine.

…and then lower still…

That’s when you felt it; he risked a lingering stroke over the contour of your ass when he noticed it. Where was that distinct seam of your panty line? He had grabbed your backside so many times over the course of your relationship that he knew the feeling of what should have been there. Quickly he ran his hand over the area again and still the same, there was nothing. Christ, you’d really prepared for today, hadn’t you?

Good fuckin’ girl.

His chest began to grow tight with his quickened breathing… along with that engorged appendage down below. He was in fucking trouble now; would he even be able to make it to the car at this point? The moan that desperately tried to escape through his throat he swallowed down, but who knows how long it would stay.

He was in the thick of it now.

Simon leaned down to rest his face against the side of your head, his warm breath still able to be felt against your ear even through the mask. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, no panties?” he whispered intrigued. “Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hang on now?”

You smirked, trying to pick even though you were falling apart at the seams, a wetness gathering between your thighs as you pressed them together. “You complaining? Cause I can head back home and put some on real quick if you want.”

A harsh squeeze along the underside of your ass cheek made you gasp before he removed his hand and gave you your answer. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, a playfully lilt to his tone. “That sweet little pussy is about to be filled and I don’t wanna waste a goddamn second havin’ to rip those fuckin’ things off ya.”

Dear God he was about to fuckin’ explode, say screw it and pin you up against the nearest wall right in front of the entire goddamn squad to plow into your tight, wet cunt with months worth of unrequited need that had built up to this monster of desire churning away inside of him. His teeth bit at the skin of his lower lip, his fists clenching and unclenching as he failed to calm himself while he again checked the time.

The moment that those amber eyes watched the second hand on his watch hit and the minutes change to the millisecond he could be released, his oversized mitt wrapped around your wrist, securing it in his harsh grasp, and quickly he began making his way to your car with you being dragged alongside.

“Where the hell are ya parked?” he questioned in a huff, that gruff voice nothing more than a growl, and you pointed towards the back of the lot in the corner.

You could barely keep up with his intense pace, nearly tripping over your own feet several times to match his long strides. It didn’t help that your heart was pounding furiously, nearly beating out of your chest the closer you got to being in a tight, secluded spot with him; could you even make it back to his apartment?

All signs were pointing to not a fucking chance.

Simon only released you so that you could both get inside, separating at the tail of the vehicle with you headed towards the driver side and him the other. The slam from the car door rung through the interior of the vehicle and before you could even insert the key into the ignition, Simon had moved in silent as a specter to place his large palm against the side of your cheek. The endless ache he had endured over the past months apart had been unbearable as you both edged each other to the brink of insanity and now that he was so close to you again it felt like he was in a dream.

The tension that suddenly filled the car was overwhelmingly electric as Simon closed what little distance there still sat between you both, his hand moving to the back of your head. Those bulky, calloused fingers that had missed having any part of you against them laced themselves through your hair with harsh abandon, pulling your face closer.

He held your head steady and pointedly at his face so that you had to stare into his intense, unwavering gaze; it made your skin tingle with anticipation of what was on the horizon and barreling down fast. Those sparkling brown eyes drew you in to hold your own captive as he drug his thick thumb across the length of your bottom lip as if to test that all this was actually real. His entire hand palmed the back of your head which left you completely at his mercy, not that you were complaining.

After all, you needed him just as badly.

Without warning he wrenched the bottom hem of his balaclava up over the top of his head and off his face before his mouth crashed violently against your own, hungry and greedy to steal kiss after fiery kiss from those soft, supple lips he had been eyeing with a burning desire to ruin since the minute he saw you again. Desperately his tongue parted your lips as he plunged it inside your mouth to reclaim it.

God it felt euphoric to finally be given the very thing you had been aching for for months, feeling as if your body had pined for his for an eternity, as it was finally released from it’s torture. And by the way his tongue was nearly shoved down the back of your throat you knew Simon felt that same kind of relief and it only spurred him on further.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your parted lips, nothing but hot, sticky breath being shared. “Ugh…fuck, baby, I’ve missed you so goddamn much I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die before I could feel ya again.”

Crawling over the small console in the center between the car seats, Simon shoved his body weight into you, making your smaller frame slam against the driver-side door. The raised panelling along the inside dug roughly into the muscles of your back as the backside of your head was shoved harshly into the glass of the window. There was no pause in his assault of your mouth until your lips began to burn from the constant contact and yet even the pain still felt like heaven.

He tasted so strongly of tobacco from the chain of cigarettes he must have smoked to calm his nerves until you arrived, but even through the distinct flavor you still drank every last drop of him down like you would cease to function without him.

Those thick digits of his free hand eagerly pawed at your supple thighs until he was able to divide them so that his hand could slip in between. There was a damp heat gathered near your unclothed sex and it only made him more wild to feel it. His palm cupped around your entire mound and you whimpered directly into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed one of the only words he could recall in that moment as the damp heat filled his palm. “All for me?”

Words, what the hell were they again? You couldn’t remember how speech worked as you were far too busy try to simply breathe through the conquering of your body by him. All you could do was mewl like a kitten as he massaged the petals of your cunt before taking his middle finger and slipping it between them. Your back arched in a jolt as he ran one finger along the length of your cunt, mouth falling agape as Simon gathered as much of your juices on his finger as he could.

Even this small amount of contact already had you dripping and coming apart at the seams; it had been so long since you had felt that familiar touch and pressure against your clit, the one that only he could provide.

Simon couldn’t help himself once he got his first real feel again of how soft and slick you were, goddamn it had been too long that he’d only been able to play with himself, and greedily he drew upon your clit in concise circles with the pad of his rough finger. There was a second where he tried to remain calm, to take his time drawing out your pleasure as he would normally do, but as your back arched and your breathy music filled the silence of the car, he could not hold off from unleashing weeks of pent up need onto you.

Removing his lips from your own, he moved down to the soft skin of your neck with teeth ready to leave the flesh marked with his seal. It burned him alive with desire at the thought that he would be able to see your pretty skin marred by him, that everyone who came in to contact with you in the coming days after today would see it too.

You could not stop the way your body writhed and squirmed as his finger collected a friend to join it and spread your entrance open so they could both slide inside. The heightened tension of the moment with the man you had yearned for only made you more sensitive and the way his fingers filled your tight, aching hole after it had been left empty for too long thrilled you. As natural as breathing, your hips ground down on his fingers, using them as your own living dildo.

God, he wanted nothing more than for you to ride his cock as well as you rode his fingers just now and send him straight to hell. Shit, he couldn’t catch his breath, his need was just too much. “That’s it. Use me; make my fingers yours.”

Both of your hands moved to behind your head and onto the window; you needed more leverage to ground onto him harder, as hard as you could. Nothing compared to him, not your own fingers, not a toy; you could not stop yourself. You could feel the condensation already gathering on the glass as you moved and you had to wipe it away so that you could get better purchase on the surface so you wouldn’t slide.

There was nothing that was going to ruin this.

“Oh god, baby,” you squeaked out as that overwhelming deep warmth of your release gathered in your abdomen.

The corners of his mouth upturned against your neck at the sound of you falling apart because of him. Images conquered in his mind about your moans and cries reaching outside the car so that anyone who walked by would hear them before they caught a glimpse of the show. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off like this? You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart to his ferocity.

Just the way your muscles strained and your cries became more pathetic, Simon knew you were close. “Are ya gonna come for me already, pretty girl?” his gruff voice purred against your collar bone. “Come on then, give it to me. Clench down on my fingers. Let me feel it.”

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeping the pace as steady as he could, he felt those velvety walls flutter around his digits as he rocked his upper body with you to simulate the movements he’d soon be doing when he was really inside you. The air was so thick with moisture it almost felt hard to breathe right, the windows filmed with the stuff as with a few more strokes at your clit you came hard and fast, shaking as he continued to work you until ever single ounce of your orgasm had been spent.

Simon was gone then, replaced by a feral beast fueled by his ability to make you come… and wanting to do it again, but this time with his cock.

He pulled those thick fingers out of you, glistening with the wetness of your cum and brought them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them good and clean; goddamn you tasted just as delicious as he remembered. Could you blame the man? You had kept him starving since your video popped up on his phone and he had to get a bit of it all.

“I need more of ya,” he groaned in whispers as he leaned back into you, desperate hands pawing at your breast still sadly inside your dress as he kissed you again, now with the taste of you on his breath.

“We need to move, someone’s bound to come see what all the noise is about,” you said, able to think a little more clearly now that you had come once, but Simon was still gone and there was only one thing that would bring him back.

“Don’t care, can’t wait. Get in the back. Now.”

The primal growl in his gruff voice was enough to make you comply without another word; once was not enough anyway, not after how you had suffered. You needed to be filled with more than his fingers. With a nod you immediately began climbing over the cushions towards the backseat of the car as he got out and moved into the back with you. You leaned back into the front long enough to shove the seats forward all the way to give you more space.

Simon needed room to work.

Scooting over, he planted himself directly in the middle of the back seat and pulled you over top of his lap to straddle him, shins digging into the edge of the cushion. Shit, he as so hard you couldn’t properly sit over top of him without leaving a wet spot right where his cock tented the fabric.

Clothes could be washed, as if he would care at all if anything got on him right now. Pushing your hips down, he made you grind your overstimulated clit hard on that throbbing shaft and you mewled into his face. A devilish grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked your hips to dry hump him.

“Someone ‘ere begged to be bred and that’s what she’s gonna fuckin’ get,” he hissed, sucking in the air harshly between his teeth at the feeling of you on top of him. “Can’t take it back now, luv. I have been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this, ever since you sent me that goddamn video and I ‘eard you say those sweet fuckin’ words. Been fuckin’ gnawin’ at the bit to stuff you full.”

Taking both of his hands, he pulled at the low neckline of your dress until your breasts came spilling out of the top. Angling his face in, he placed his nose right between the two to suffocate himself within them. There was a hint of your perfume still lingering there, that scent he had bought you for your birthday last year, the one that occasionally lingered on his clothes and had done for the first couple weeks of his mission.

The flesh was so enticing that he sucked in the supple top of one breast before he bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough that it would definitely leave a nice red outline of his teeth; more signaturea that you could both admire.

“Simon,” you moaned his name.

Your own hands roamed up under his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you reached his chest and you could run your hands over the sparse bit of hair you adored; it would be so nice to get to nuzzle against it again. As your fingers ran between his pectorals you could feel the moment his breath hitched.

“Please, Simon,” you begged. “I need it.”

Those breasts he would get back to later, your words brought him back and his need to fuck you senseless slammed into him full force.

Rushed, he laid you back over the console between the seats as he sat up and forward, undoing his belt before ripping his pants down enough that he could pull his cock out of his boxers. The angle was slightly awkward, but as he aligned the leaking head of his phallus with your entrance and gave that first thrust to fully enter you, everything else fell away.

“Oh fuck…fuck… oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoed through the car as Simon’s hands bore down his grip on the top of the seat cushions. “Goddammit, luv…s-shit…ah…”

Nothing, absolutely nothing in this fucking world could ever compare to the way your body felt wrapped around his cock: how silky and warm and tight it was. There was no way with his limited brain function could he accurately describe how mind-numblingly amazing it was to be inside you again. Those restless nights where he just couldn’t seem to stay satisfied, the pictures and video that made it worse, the dreams that woke him to stained boxers, it was all undone in that moment as your soft walls held him snugly.

Your head flew back over the lip of the console as he filled you completely to the hilt, stretching you out to your limit. It was almost too much after so much time apart, but goddamn was it exactly as you had wanted. You swallowed the saliva gathering in your mouth, wanting to say the words you had first brought to life in your video, but in person this time.

“Breed me, please Simon. I need you to fucking breed me.”

Never had a more beautiful sentence ever been spoken to him in all his years than to hear your desperate and depraved voice telling him to claim you in the most ultimate way; it was even more beautiful in person than it was that first time he heard it. His fingernails nearly tore holes in the seat as gripped with all this strength to stop himself from coming too fast from all the excitement.

The car began to shake forward and back as Simon snapped his hips into you with a feverish intensity. Even within the first few minutes he was already pussy drunk, slamming into you with a feral roughness that left his rhythm scattered for a bit as his brain only had one objective now: to come.

Your legs were absolutely burning and shaking from the intensity as you had to spread them wide so that he could fit in between, but it didn’t matter; you would have done anything to have him reclaim your cunt as his own again.

The scent of sex was heavy in the air of that enclosed space, the wet slapping sounds of two bodies connecting in that most erotic way keeping the beat.

Yet there was still one more thing he wanted, one more thing that he had been daydreaming about all by his lonesome. Even in this cramped space, he was determined to make it happen- for both of you. His hands were on your legs and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you so that he could situate your calves up on his broad shoulders.

As he thrust back in, the new position helped him reach even deeper until he completely bottomed out. Goddamn it was like you could feel him in your stomach, so full with him that you were completely one being.

“F-fuck…” you stammered out the cry, choking on your words as you writhed uncontrollably. It was almost too much.

“There ya go baby,” he groaned as he started rocking his hips again, unable to contain himself at this consuming euphoria. “Gotta make good on my fuckin’ promise.”

He took you even rougher now, gripping into your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints where his hands rested as he pounded into you furiously, your body contorted and at his mercy. The windows of the car were completely fogged over now, the condensation not letting any clear visuals in or out as the axel squeaked with the force of Simon’s thrusts. The console you were still laid on scraped across your back to make it burn as your body was rocked, but the angle was so perfect that the stimulation made your brain blank to anything that wasn’t your second release creeping up on you quick.

There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings hell bent on pleasure alone, just the depraved sounds of grunting and moans filling up the interior to capacity; that growing warmth in your belly nearly reaching its peak

Goddammit, he was closer than he thought due to all the pent up desire he'd been unable to sait for weeks, but he had to be sure you were almost there again too. "Are ya close?" he asked as more of a plea than a question, hips snapping desperately with a shudder as he was losing the battle to his orgasm.

"Yes," you groaned back. "Don't stop, please."

He closed his eyes tight, working to stay from blowing until he felt your thighs twitch and clamp down around him, keeping him locked in. A few more sloppy thrusts slipping through the cum covering your cunt, a few more bumps against your swollen clit, and that was it. The warmth shot through your limbs, coursing like electricity as you came once more.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out and finally he let go and fuck did he come with a roar that stung your ears.

Simon's body convulsed, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and straining as he released weeks and weeks of need. You took it all riding out your orgasms in tandem until you both lay still a moment, simply breathing after such an explosive ending.

He moved back into the seat exhausted, pulling your body along with him as you stayed connected. Lightly he pushed up your dress to press his raw lips to your stomach to kiss down the lower half of your body. Each embrace was another silent praise he gave while he took deep breaths through the high of his ecstasy until his rapidly pounding slowed and he could final re-wet his dry mouth to speak.

“Fuck, I think we both needed that one,” he said against your skin, his warm breath wafting over the fine spread of moisture along your torso, making you tingle as he kept his cock buried inside. “Ya did so good for me sweetheart.”

You reached a hand out to him and he helped you to sit up and into his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pulled him into a deep kiss, letting your mouths linger together with eyes closed for a few moments as you both finished coming down.

“I’m glad your back,” you whispered as your lips parted.

He cupped your cheek with his palm, staring back into your eyes as he smiled. “I’m glad to be back too,” he returned. "And I'm gonna make sure that I make up for all that lost time."

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[evandarya]

@u-a-wizard-jamie there are so many ways this can go. Apparently I went with gore and angst.

Damian met Danny on patrol. Robin had gotten into a bad spot, cornered in an alley while a half dozen thugs with guns and baseball bats. Even on a good day, Damian would struggle with that many opponents, but this was not a good day. He had dislocated his shoulder from a bad fall and taken a knife to the thigh earlier in patrol. So, Damian backed down the alley, hoping to force them into a bottleneck. He barely paid attention to the pile of trash bags piled beside the dumpster, or the person sleeping in them.

The first two thugs had barely gotten within arms reach of him when a blinding green light shot out from behind Damian and hit both thugs in the chest, knocking them back. The remaining four thugs took one look over Damian's shoulder and ran. He didn't want to look. What kind of monster could make grown men run? But he was Robin, and more than that he was the son of Batman. So he turned slowly to face...a boy? A homeless boy about his age with greasy black hair and icy blue eyes. A long scar ran through his left eye, leaving it milky and tinged green. The boy was also clutching his chest, and thanks to his mask's enhanced cameras he could see the front of the boy's jacket was stained red.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked softly.

"I'm fine, but you're hurt." Damian said.

"S'fine." The boy said, practically falling back against the trash bags.

"Let me help you." He said. He meant it as a demand, but it came out more as a plea. The boy cracked open his good eye and watched him carefully, considering, so Damian continued. "There is a safe house nearby, you can treat your wounds, get something to eat and a shower."

"Fine." They boy said after a moment. "But only 'cause it's gonna rain tonight."

---

The boy, Danny, stayed in the safehouse for that one night. When Damian went by to check on him the next day he was already gone. The safehouse had been clinically cleaned, no trace of the boy was left. He figured that would be it, but Danny seemed to pop up on his patrol route quite a lot. Pretty soon they were meeting up a couple times a week, just to talk. Danny never shared anything about his past, and neither did Damian, but it was nice to just be. Damian never intentionally kept his visits with Danny a secret, but he also didn't tell anyone. But, he also lived with a family of detectives, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Red Hood all showed up on the roof top Danny and Robin had been meeting on.

"What is going on?" He asked, unconsciously stepping in front of Danny.

"Robin, get away from him." Batman growled. Damian looked around his family, geared up for a fight. Batman was clenching and unclenching his fists, Nightwing was idly swinging his escrima sticks around, Red Robin had his bo staff slung over his shoulder and Red Hood's fingers were twitching near his holsters.

He felt Danny shift behind him. "I was wondering how long it would take before this happened."

"What is going on?" He asked again.

"Your friend there is dangerous." Red Hood said.

"The Justice League has been tasked with finding and turning him over to the proper authorities." Batman said.

"I'm not going back." Danny said, his hand going to his chest.

"He hasn't done anything." Damian said.

"He escaped a high security facility, killing two dozen people." Red Robin said.

"Wouldn't you?" Danny asked. "If you were kidnapped at fourteen, tortured for years, experimented on for years, wouldn't you escape?"

"Killing isn't okay." Batman said.

"They took my eye!" Danny said, eyes blazing green. "They cut me open. Have you ever seen your heart beating outside of your chest? Because I have. They deserved so much worse than death."

Everyone on the roof shifted uncomfortably and Danny took a shuttering breath. "I will not go back."

There was a blinding white light and Danny was gone.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #fanfic #dp x dc #damian wayne #dead serious #not my best work #not really happy with this

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

anyway here’s my cornley polytechnic drama society into the woods fancast because I think it’s the perfect sort of show for them to fuck up 👍

jonathan plays the baker, alongside sandra as the baker’s wife. I imagine this is shortly enough after peter pan that they’re still very bitter at one another. said bitterness absolutely shows onstage, but it fits the characters perfectly and the audience ends up thinking that they’ve just finally gotten good at acting. jonathan brings a homemade “medieval feast” to celebrate opening night and it poisons the entire cast

annie plays the witch. this was the only casting decision that was unanimously regarded as good until chris let it slip that he’d ultimately done it because she was “the loudest singer.” robert took great offense at this and, despite having no interest in the part before, began campaigning to play the witch instead. it did not work. annie’s witch costume has two layers to make the quickchange at the end of act 1 easier, but the top layer keeps falling off before the reveal is supposed to happen. her magic staff is supposed to emit a smoke effect but it keeps malfunctioning, and at a certain point she just gives up and tapes lit cigarettes (stolen from trevor) to it. this goes about as well as you’d think

dennis plays the narrator. everyone had assumed it’d be an easy role for him since he could just read all of his lines off his book prop, but this is proven wrong near instantly when he starts genuinely reading the book instead. when dennis actually does start reading from the script, it becomes immediately clear that he somehow has the director’s copy and the entirety of the rehearsal notes are read out loud, including several deeply personal things that chris has written in his script for convenience

dennis also plays the mysterious man, but he keeps forgetting which way he’s supposed to be related to the baker. over the course of the show he goes from father, to son, to brother, to father again, to distant cousin, to grandmother

chris plays cinderella’s prince, alongside robert as rapunzel’s prince. they spend the entire show trying to out-act one another, and it goes without saying that this ends up a complete disaster. robert makes any moment into an unplanned duet to try and prove that he could have succeeded in seducing the baker’s wife. chris shows up at rapunzel’s tower and attempts to choke robert out with her wig. they get in an opt-up battle at the end of agony (reprise) that ends with robert singing a note so high it shatters a stage light

in accordance with typical into the woods casting, chris also plays the wolf. he orders a very expensive “wolf suit” online from someone he thinks is a bespoke costume artist. it doesn’t arrive until opening day, and it becomes immediately clear that what chris has actually bought is a full on fursuit. it’s very hard to see in and he keeps running into the fake trees

robert is double cast as milky white. there is no practical reason for this whatsoever, as milky white could’ve just as easily been a puppet or some kind of cutout on wheels, and it’s very obvious the whole thing is just a power move on chris’ part. during the scene where milky white is meant to “eat” the props, vanessa misunderstands and literally feeds them to him. he chips a tooth on cinderella’s shoe

due to a lack of numbers, vanessa is playing both cinderella and rapunzel. her costume is split down the middle, and due to this she can only face in one direction as each part. this means that half of the time she’s facing away from whoever she’s talking to, and that she frequently has to walk/run backwards without turning her head at all. whenever cinderella and rapunzel talk to each other she faces straight forward. the break-off mechanism in rapunzel’s side of the wig doesn’t work (sandra ends up stealing a single, barely visible hair), so she’s also constantly tripping on her hair

max, being in a new relationship with sandra, desperately wanted to play alongside her as the baker so that they could kiss onstage. unfortunately for him, he is playing jack instead. although this is maybe the single most-fitting role he’s ever been cast in and he’s genuinely giving a great performance, the opportunity is ruined by his having to do every scene accompanied by robert’s milky white

lucy was supposed to play little red, but was pulled from the production the day before opening by her parents, who have banned her from performing with “robert’s troupe” after what happened in peter pan

consequently, little red is now being played by trevor, who is wearing a costume far, far too small for him. trevor manages to get away with reading his lines off papers pinned to the inside of his cloak, but he doesn’t know any of the songs, so sandra has to sing them offstage for him while he lipsyncs

all of the ensemble characters are played by a celebrity “guest” frantically switching between various comically large hats. chris tried to get francis back for this part but after some careful deliberation he determined that it would genuinely be easier to kidnap a famous person than to get francis to come back after the disaster that was peter pan. the tension is only worsened when, via a botched music cue, it’s revealed that francis is now an active member of trevor’s metal band

the giant was supposed to have been played by trevor via voiceover from the sound booth, but now that he’s onstage playing little red the part is left to approximately four members of the run crew who are desperately trying and failing to say the lines in unison. lucy breaks into the theatre sometime during the baker’s wife search sequence and takes over the giant’s part the next time she’s on, much to trevor’s dismay

the worst fuck-up award goes to annie, for accidentally knocking the supports out from under dennis’ narrator platform during last midnight and triggering a chain reaction in which every fake tree onstage topples each other one by one like some terrible, life-threatening game of dominos. honorable mention goes to chris for spending $6000 of max’s inheritance on a custom costume without actually seeing it at any point during the process

the worst injury award goes to max, for getting his circulation cut off and almost losing a hand after his arm got stuck inside the golden hen puppet midway through act 2. honorable mention goes once again to chris, who got stabbed with a bunch of glass shards when robert broke that stage light

#listen. my thesis here is like. they wouldn’t attempt a Huge Musical bc they KNOW somebody would die #but they wouldn’t attempt anything so small n intimate that it’s 100% reliant on acting either #bc well. there’s only like two of them who can act n who those two are seems to change daily #itw is the perfect size n has the perfect amount of whimsy for cornley to do #I honestly think if they weren’t cursed(?) they’d be able to have a great go of it #sanders bullshit #the play that goes wrong #musical theatre #into the woods #cornley polytechnic drama society #oh fuck me now I have to tag all of them huh #chris bean (director) #robert grove #sandra wilkinson #max bennett #dennis tyde #annie twilloil #jonathan harris #vanessa willcock-wynn-carroway #lucy grove #trevor watson #francis beaumont #I like to have chris come in second place even in losing I think it’s so funny #there’s canon basis for that too. the play with the most mistakes:least run time ratio is the only one that *robert* directed

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Fight to the Death

A young adult Foster drabble, five years prior to the events of How To Kill An Immortal

TW: violence and a lot of blood, and that's pretty much it :3

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Foster never exactly bothered to wash the blood of their hands at this point. They knew it'd be a permanent part of their very identity; whether that be physically or mentally, they didn't know yet. Hours spent scrubbing their hands clean, down to underneath their sharp fingernails, never satisfied them, so why bother anymore? They didn't want to spend more on their water bills than absolutely necessary.

They didn't know why they were complaining, though; after all, they kind of asked for this. It was partially their fault they got into this sketchy business, shedding blood for nothing more than money. And it wasn't like they could back out of it now, having been here since they were eighteen; they were twenty-one now, and despite how young they were, they already felt like they'd wasted their life doing this fuck-all excuse of a profession. They didn't doubt that they looked like they fit the part, too.

It was an average night for Foster; if the concept of an average night consisted of beating the crap out of some willing stranger in a crowded warehouse. Frigid midnight air nipped their blood-splattered skin, limbs stiff and sore, but pure adrenaline drove them onwards.

They had forgotten when their nose had begun to bleed, a metallic taste coating their tongue, but the pain had subsided to a small ache by now. Punch after kick after slice after scratch; they felt like a wild animal.

Their ears were ringing, and maybe that was from how loud the place was, or from being hit on the head one too many times. It didn't deter them.

Their movements faltered when their opponent fell limply to the ground, their own hands drenched in blood from the past few hours spent fighting back-to-back. With heaving breaths, they attempted to drown out the cacophony of cheering, leaving the vicinity with long strides before anyone could congratulate them up close.

They especially hated this part. Being congratulated, praised, for what? Potentially killing some random person for money? For fucking money? It was ridiculous to think that everyone thought that tj u wanted the praise.

They found their way outside the building, not bothering to clean their hands. One way or another, the blood will always remain.

The quiet of the night was welcome for once. The air inside made them feel lightheaded, but out here it was cold. Sure, it bit at their cuts and bruised flesh, but it was calming, in a strange way.

They hadn't noticed that they'd gotten company until the sharp sound of someone clearing their throat ripped them out of their train of thought. "Earth to Mr Canavan?"

"Mx Canavan, please."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Sure you are."

Their company responded with an amused chuckle, walking over to lean against the wall beside them. The man was larger than them, in both size and muscle, but his expression was almost compassionate. Milky white hair styled into an outgrown mullet, framing pale skin and paler eyes. A strong Texan accent pulled at his words. "What's got you so down, huh?"

A frown tugged at Foster's lips. "Bunch o' shit. Don't really know why you're so interested, though."

"Just thought I'd check in," He chuckled, "See how those fists of yours are handling so much action?"

"You're so funny."

"I like to think that I am."

A long stretch of silence followed, in which Foster took a small peak at the man. They'd seen him around in the fights every now and again. He looked like an interesting guy.

"..If you don't mind me being interested in your, uh.."

"My huh—?" He met their gaze, raising a platinum eyebrow. "My— Ah, I see. I don't mind."

Their own eyebrows raised in surprise. "...Albinism, innit?"

"Exactly that, young man.. wom—.. person? Is there a..?"

"Just use man for now, I don't care."

"If you say so," The man smiled, and continued. "Yeah, I've got albinism."

"You look cool."

"Thanks, kiddo."

"Don't call me that." They murmured, a certain light fading from their eyes.

"...Alright."

Another beat of silence.

"..What even is your name? I don't know you other than your surname."

"Uh.. I'm Foster, I guess."

"Interesting name."

Foster raised an eyebrow, but wasn't too bothered. They weren't going to bother analyzing whether that was sarcastic or not. "Thanks."

"Where're you from? I like your accent."

"Uhm, Durham. Not far from 'ere."

"Ah, I see. I've always liked you Brits' accents."

"...Alrighty then, mate."

The man sighed, wrapping a loose arm around Foster. "Come on. Don't want you getting too cold out here."

Foster gave him a look. "Why do you care so much?"

"I know a troubled person when I see one, young man."

They sighed, but didn't respond, instead just begrudgingly following him inside.

"Go clean yourself up, or whatever you need to do. I assume you're done for the night."

"Yeah, yeah, on it, boss." They drawled sarcastically, shoving their bloodied hands into the pockets of their jeans. The man responded with an amused scoff.

"What's your name, then? You know mine, it's only fair."

"I'm Ezra. Ezra Hendrix."

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HTKAI Taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @ash-1s-wr1t1ng @whumpy-wyrms @creppersfunpalooza @toyybox

#made this on a whim because i had a lore idea <3 #Ezra's trying his best okay #he gets better in the future i promise. anyway sudden lore dump teehee #How To Kill An Immortal #foster canavan #ezra hendrix #whump drabble #whump #whumper #whump oc #oc whump #whump writing #writing #oc writing #whump tag #whumpblr #whump community #warning this hasn't been proofread. at all

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt. 3.5

Pairing(s): Tywin Lannister x Joanna Lannister, Aerys Targaryen x Rhaella Targaryen, one sided Aerys Targaryen x Joanna Lannister

Warnings: just aerys being a fucking creep, Rhaella POV

Words: 1699

Summary: After first meeting her future daughter-in-law, Rhaella thinks back to her dear friend Joanna.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22 Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27   Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34

Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

She had always considered Rhaella her dear friend, even if she had been the queen’s lady-in-waiting, Joanna and Rhaella had been close. Close like sisters. When Rhaella was angered, so was Joanna. When the king had gone too far and hurt his already fragile queen, Joanna was wounded as well to see Rhaella in such a state.

So to be let go of being one of her personal ladies, Joanna was quite shocked. She had just told Rhaella of her engagement to her cousin Tywin, a man whom she had truly fallen in love with. Cold and hard to laugh Tywin. His actions spoke more than any of his words could. Joanna knew that Tywin reciprocated these feelings of adoration, he would speak softly of his love for her and it made her heart soar even more.

Rhaella should have been happy for the young, blushing, bride. Selna Dayne was surely excited for her companion. Her glittering violet eyes showed her genuine joy for Joanna.

The thin Queen of Westeros, however, appeared somewhat apprehensive at this news and gently told Joanna that she was letting her go as a lady-in-waiting.

“I. . . I don’t understand.” She looks to Selna for guidance, that this must be a mistake, but the Dornish beauty was equally confused. “Have I done something to displease you, Your Grace?”

“Of course not.” Rhaella holds Joanna’s hand reassuringly. Her face was so thin from her previous miscarriage that it stretched over her features painfully. Watery lavender eyes glance at the four year old Rhaegar who was playing with wooden figures on the floor. Joanna and Selna dotted on the young boy as he was breathtakingly beautiful and a joy to be around. “I just think it would be best if you were no longer in my service.”

“Forgive me, but you have to give her a reason.” Selna insists. Both of the young girls watched Rhaella like a hawk, eyes trying to delve deeper into her.

How could she say it out loud? To say it out loud would ruin sweet Joanna. A truth that was known to Tywin already. He had not said anything to his fiancee for a reason. But here they were, girls insisting upon an answer. They would accept nothing less.

Pursing her lips, Rhaella drops Joanna’s hand. “I fear for you if you were to stay here.”

Pale blonde brows furrow.

The thought of Aerys using the girl as he did her. . . That beautiful milky skin of her’s being tarnished by bruises and cuts was too much for Rhaella to even think about. She had to do what was best for Joanna. There had already been rumors of Aerys taken the maidenhead of Joanna during Jaehaerys’ coronation. That was bad enough. What if Aerys had it in his mind to go through with the rumor before Joanna was to marry Tywin? It scared Rhaella. She wanted Tywin to take her far away from King’s Landing.

“Aerys desires you in his bed. He’s wanted you for quite some time. I think. . . I think that the news of you wedding Tywin would be enough to make him go through with the deed. They haven’t gotten along for quite some time now.” Finally breaking, she told the girls of the secret she had tried to protect them from.

Selna’s face grew pale at the thought of Aerys, that wicked man, having his way with Joanna. Joanna did her best to conceal her trembling. Both had seen what going to bed with Aerys would do to a woman. The evidence was all over Rhaella.

It pained Joanna to leave her lady, but everyone in that room knew it for the best. With Aerys being the way that he was, Joanna wasn’t safe in King’s Landing.

So fragile Joanna looked at that moment, fragile and scared making Rhaella regret her decision for a moment before the blonde closes her eyes and nods.

“Very well. I will leave King’s Landing immediately.” Concern flickered in her green eyes when she gazes at Selna. Dark haired Selna with large eyes like gemstones. How on earth she possessed such beautiful lavender eyes without being related to a Targaryen, no one would know. The light contrast of her eyes to her tanned skin made her so much more alluring.

Her concern was easily read by Rhaella who had been concerned about the Dornish lady as well.

Selna suddenly grew rigid. Surely Aerys wouldn’t dare touch her for risk of disrupting his alliance with Dorne. The House of Dayne was a loyal and favorite house of the Martells who ruled the desert land. With their family sword Dawn, many members had brought fame in battle.

“She will be fine. Aerys has no interest in women who have already had children.” Rhaella assured her. Selna released a sigh of relief, thanking the gods for her three children. Reassured, Joanna finally manages to smile. She could leave without any regrets.

Standing up, she bows to her queen. “My lady, it has been the utmost honor to serve you.”

“It was my honor to have you in my service. Now go and live a happy life.”

* Rhaella had wept rivers when the news of Joanna’s death reached her. One of Rhaella’s biggest regrets was not keeping in touch with her. She wanted Joanna to continue on with her happy life and forget about court. Intending for Joanna to never come back to King’s Landing, Rhaella had made herself distant. With Aerys descending into madness, there was no predicting what he would do to her. All to protect Joanna and her happiness.

She felt that sorrow again when she first met (y/n) Lannister, a sweet enough looking child who lacked her mother’s beauty. The smile is what brought the image of Joanna to Rhaella. A smile that warmed Rhaella to the bone.

“It’s my honor to meet you, Your Grace.” The little girl was quiet in the way she spoke, bending slightly in the knees for a curtsy. This was Rhaegar’s future wife.

“You look just like your mother.”

(y/n) stumbles forward a little bit, gawking at the queen. Her pale green eyes are wide in disbelief before a shy blush makes her gaze shoot down to the ground. “Oh. . . People say that about my sister. Not. . . me. . .”

Rhaella smiles at the shy girl. The poor girl must have never been complimented before. From what Rhaegar had told her about (y/n), she wasn’t the favorite among the Lannister siblings. Said that many favored Cersei more due to the fact that she had Joanna’s loveliness and grace. Many were quick to forget that Joanna’s pretty face wasn’t what made Joanna a dear to be around. Her smile and laugh was what truly made her soul shine.

“Trust me young one, I knew your mother very well. You look so much like her when you smile.” She winks at her, making (y/n)’s smile return. In truth, Rhaella had been worried when Rhaegar gave her the news that he had chosen a bride. And his bride was still but a child. That’s why she would live on Dragonstone until the age she was deemed ready to say her vows that tied her forever to Rhaegar.

This little girl would someday be the queen of all of the Seven Kingdoms. Joanna’s daughter. It seemed like there was no escaping the Targaryens. The female lions just appeared to be drawn back to the Red Keep and all the dangers it held within. From her meek mannerisms, Rhaella thought sadly to herself that this girl would not survive long in the game of thrones. Even the strongest of players were known to be brought down eventually.

“They look very similar to Jaehaerys and his little queen Alysanne.” Varys mentioned one day as he had traveled with Rhaella during one visit to meet the youngest Lannister daughter. Rhaegar and (y/n) were out in the courtyard, enjoying the small amount of sun that streamed in while Rhaella was sitting down in the patio with the Master of Whispers. Rhaella didn’t mind one bit when Varys asked if he could come along for this visit. He was a wonderful companion and Rhaella enjoyed the interesting conversations they shared. “Don’t you think so, Your Grace?”

Rhaella watches them as Rhaegar instructs (y/n) where to place her fingers on the harp. Patient as ever, Rhaegar speaks to her in a soft and gentle tone. One of her braids was still undone from where Viserys had pulled at it incessantly. Thalina, (y/n)’s personal hand-maid, had her back pressed up against a column; watching her charge with a pleasant smile.

Jaehaerys and his little queen Alysanne. . . They went behind their mother to wed one another because they were truly in love. Spending weeks there in Dragonstone, the two had found sanctuary where they could love one another freely and grow. Eventually though, they both found themselves returning to King’s Landing. After all, Jaehaerys was king and couldn’t stay long from his throne. The Queen Mother always saw such a dramatic change in Rhaegar when he was around (y/n). He smiled and laughed more. Back in the Red Keep, all joy was gone from her son as he was forced to watch his father fumble with such a large kingdom. (y/n) made him happy, made him warm.

“Yes, very much so. . .” She whispers in reply. Rhaegar’s Little Queen. The Mouse of Casterly Rock. She had done quite a bit of growing herself too. Since arriving to the island, (y/n) had learned to be more confident and grow a backbone. Of course she was still learning, undoing all the things that her family had pressed upon her. She spoke with the queen mother now without stuttering or looking shy as she had with their first meeting.

Plucking from (y/n)’s harp filled the courtyard with whimsy that Rhaella missed the brief exchange between Thalina and the eunuch.

(y/n) was becoming her own person. Perhaps. . . once she was older she would indeed have what it took to become a major player and win at the

#A Song of Ice and Fire #a song of ice and fire fanfiction #a song of ice and fire fanfic #A Song of Ice and Fire fandom #ASoIaF #asoiaf fandom #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #Game of Thrones fandom

[dreamsclock]

c!rivals getting a cottage core life they deserved

just the two of us au :’) this is the first time i’ve written techno since everything, and this made me pretty emotional to write. sorry if it’s not the best!! i really wanna turn this into a mini series where it’s just hurt/comfort for c!rivalsduo, because they really were one of my favourite duos and probably always will be. this was strange to write, but i don’t wanna stop writing c!techno — i think cc!techno would like it :’]

okay let’s get to c!rivals + this au !! premise: c!rivals are forced to flee to another server after breaking out of prison to find everyone egg-ified and chasing them down. they’ve got to survive and heal together while finding a way to take down the egg and save the smp while ALSO dealing with their own issues (and each other)!!!

It starts off simple, after they make their grand escape. It starts off with a drink.

Dream grunts when Techno slides a steaming cup over to him, twitching at the close contact to another person, but ultimately not budging. His face remains firmly planted on the surface of the poorly-crafted table, and his hands remain stubbornly fidgety and away from the mug. “You know I hate coffee,” he grumbles, “this is, like, the last thing I need.”

He’s tired, he’s sore, everything hurts to think about, and he just wants some quiet. But Techno is a welcome presence as ever, and snorts in amusement.

“Not coffee, though I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t insult my favourite drink to avoid issues between us.” His rival drawls. “Try it. Trust me.”

There are a lot of things Dream feels about Techno. Indebted is one of those things, begrudgingly wary is another, but… over the weeks and months they’ve been stuck together in prison, he reluctantly admits that he does trust Techno, more than he trusts anyone else on his server. Well. Maybe not more than Punz, but he doesn’t have Punz, whose eyes had been red and limbs had been vines when Dream had last seen him, he doesn’t have anyone that isn’t Egg-ified other than Techno.

Techno and Dream against everyone else. The prison has only gotten bigger, more habitable. The new server they’re in is Techno’s, big enough and hidden enough that they can live in comfort and in safety, though for how long that will last they can’t say. But there’s still the outside world, his SMP, the one invaded entirely by the Egg, that seeks to destroy them.

Just like the prison, Techno had sighed when they’d broken out, man, I was kinda hopin’ there wouldn’t be a part two to the prison.

…But long story short, he trusts Techno. He has to. So, with a sceptical look and long-suffering sigh, Dream lifts his head, gives his friend a scowl, and takes a sip.

He instantly blinks in surprise.

“This isn’t coffee.”

“Why would I make you coffee if you didn’t like it?” Techno grumbles. “‘Techno, we gotta run away to gather strength and figure out how to beat this Egg,’ he says. ‘I trust you to keep me alive, but not to give me drinks I actually like,’ he says. Dream, I feel hurt.”

“Okay, well— Listen. You can’t blame me.” Dream flushes, a furious shade of red he covers by taking another drink. “This is— This is actually good. Like really good.”

He hasn’t had hot chocolate in years. Not since before the SMP. The milky warmth is enough to strum a nostalgic string inside him, and soften some of the edges prison had harshened. Seeing this, Techno offers him a chuckle, sipping from his own cup smugly.

“Told you. Listen, it’s like I said in that cell. Things seem bad right now. In fact, they seem worse. We’ve escaped from the prison and from the server, but we have… immortal Egg servants huntin’ us down and no way to return unless we find a way to stop that thing at its source. All in all, it’s not lookin’ great for us. But,” he continues cheerfully, “I can make hot chocolate, and word on the street—”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“—Word on the street is, you can make some mean cookies.” Techno raises an eyebrow. Dream contemplates denying it, but knows his scowl says it all. “I think the next couple of weeks are gonna be fun. Here,” he says, sliding his own mug over to Dream in solidarity, “it’s like a blood oath, except it’s hot chocolate. Because that’s absolutely what’s in my mug. And you should trust me on that. One hundred percent hot chocolate.”

Maybe if he hadn’t been so tired, maybe if he hadn’t been so run down, Dream would have picked up on the sarcasm. As it is, he takes a mouthful of Techno’s drink, grimaces when the coffee hits his tongue, and immediately spits it back out, gagging and spluttering.

“You— What the hell is wrong with you, Techno?!”

Techno gasps for air, cackling madly. “Oh my god, chat, his face. His face, chat. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe he fell for it. Oh, it’s a good day for Technoblade. It is a good day, chat. That’s one point to me, none to the homeless coffee-anti.”

Preoccupied with washing his mouth out and contemplating all the nasty insults and threats he could hit his rival with, Dream buries his head in his hands with a pathetic noise.

“This was the worst decision of our lives,” he bemoans, “I’m already regretting coming here with you.”

Techno grins, and pats him on the arm none-too-sympathetically.

“You got used to me in prison. You’ll manage again. I have every faith in you, even if chat doesn’t.”

But under his distressed front, Dream is smiling reluctantly, and despite the abuse and the torture and the exhaustion and the paranoia, he doesn’t once pull away from Techno’s hand.

#> just the two of us (au) #> c!rivals #> blood for the blood god #> that one clock guy #> sparrow’s writing !!

[quibbs126]

Okay if I’m being honest, I want Affogato to leave Last Cookie Standing by this point, because at this point I’m getting tired of him

Now okay, I don’t necessarily dislike Affogato, he’s…fine, he’s a good antagonist in Episodes 13-14, and I think he’s fine in small doses. But I don’t particularly care for him, and my problem is, his only two character traits are hating Caramel Arrow and being “the shady manipulator”, and that’s it

Like all he does is try to charm people and influence them to get what he wants, talk suspiciously and chuckle. Or have a rivalry with Carrow whenever they talk. He’s basically a one trick pony to me and his trick got old a while ago

Now he’s not the only rivalry that I feared would get on my nerves, it was the same with Rye and Chili Pepper. But Chili Pepper’s gone early, and Rye’s actually gotten something outside of that with her relationship with Caramel Arrow. Rye and Caramel Arrow have something new and somewhat interesting, but Affogato’s still doing his same old schtick and deleting Caramel Arrow will not change that, it just takes away the only person who can easily call him out

Like the only way I can think of to make Affogato interesting in a show like this is to have him either be forced to deal with someone who can always see right through him, or deal with another manipulator who’s just better than him, but they can’t really do that, and they don’t have those characters (except maybe Milky Way but she hasn’t made that known), so I’m stuck having to see him do the same things

Sorry I’ve lost a lot of points I was going to make earlier when I first thought of this, and frankly I feel like I essentially repeated the same point over and over again, but you get what I’m saying. He only has two character traits and I don’t find them interesting enough to last this long and I’ve grown sick of him, I’ve never really been that into Affogato as a character, and at this point I want him gone

#I don’t think he’s going to leave soon bc he’s basically the only troublemaker/real antagonist #and probably popularity #so I’m going to suffer #I need him gone #sorry I just don’t care for Affogato #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #last cookie standing #affogato cookie

[hoetolegist]

Okay so… I have a twilight- JASPER HALE, request where it’s like, the reader (any gender- idc) and their Indian and their super insecure about their culture, looks, and skin color and their insecurities only get larger when JESSICA STANLEY insults them about being Indian and so they distances themself from Jasper and all the Cullens who love y/n more than Bella. And then Jasper, being heartbroken turns into the major and demands why they’ve been ignoring him and they’ll like, burst into tears and explained what happens and he’ll be so mad and feel bad for yelling at them it’s all cute and fluffy at the end cause he tells them HE LOVES them AND INDIA and it ends in rough, loving smut But it doesn’t have to be Jasper it can be Stefan Salvatore or Steve rogers or blah blah blah but i’d prefer one of those three especially the vampires

Title: You're beautiful to me

Summary: an Indian teenage girl moves to a small town where she's seen as different. Can she get through it with her best friend by her side

The smut is so anticlimactic I rushed the ending 😭 I'm sorry

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is what they always say. "Stop saying stuff like that, you're pretty" they repeat every time you feel off about yourself but none of that helps. None of that stops you from knowing that you just aren't that attractive and that guys wouldn't even look at you twice. You honestly wouldn't even consider yourself average, you have a big nose, thick eyebrows, big puffy lips, shabby hair and dark skin that irritates you to no end

Everyone around you has milky white skin that dazzled in the sunlight but you and your family are so dark. Your family moved to Forks, Washington a few years ago because your mom wanted to see things outside of India, she wanted to explore and make her pottery business worldwide. When you first moved here you immediately noticed how different it was. It was very dull, always raining and surrounded by rainforest

You eventually got used to it and the humidity stopped bothering you the way it did at first. Your first day of school was hectic, you saw and felt people staring at you all day. They were whispering and pointing and you didn't know wether it was because they liked you or because they disliked you. Now you've also gotten used to the stares which still often happen but now they probably stare more because of who your best friend is

"Hey! Are you ready to go?" You heard a deep voice shout from the other side of your door. You looked around, making sure that you had your backpack and your keys. You opened your door to a tall, gorgeous man smiling down at you, leaning up against the door frame. "Yes I'm ready Jas, we have to stop somewhere for breakfast though" you replied to him

Jasper Hale was your first friend here in this small town. When you first saw him you thought he was so beautiful and to this day he still has such inhuman beauty. There was just no way he could be real! He has this pale marble-like skin, wavey honey blonde hair that fell just a few inches above his collarbone and the prettiest golden brown eyes that glisten in the sun

Maybe you kind of had a tiny crush on him but you'd never even think about acting on it

-

Chemistry class is so boring and you have no friends in here. You looked toward the door and saw Jasper walk past, oh good he's out. Your hand quickly shot up "may I go to the restroom?" the teacher stopped talking and pushed her glasses up "yes go ahead. Take the pass and if you're gone for more than-" you were already out of the room before she could finish

You practically skipped down the hallway with the biggest smile on your face but your smile slowly faded as you turned the corner and spotted him walking hand in hand with the one person you hated most, Jessica Stanley. She's such a bitch! She always has something to say about you. She cracks non stop jokes about your hair, your clothes, your skin, everything. It's annoying

Before you could turn around and sneak back to class you saw her glance back then stop walking. "Oh if it isn't y/n" she said as she dramatically turned around, her hand still in Jaspers. You rolled your eyes and turned around to start walking back. "Don't even start Jessica" you said trying to stay confident. She can be intimidating sometimes, you just never know with her

"What kind of eye sore are you wearing today?" she shouted after you, you stopped walking and turned around. You kind of liked your outfit today - you wore a white lehenga, decorated with gold polka dots and a white and gold choli, a dupatta draped around your shoulder. You were always insecure about wearing your traditional Indian clothes and the main reason is because of Jessica but your mom never allows you to wear anything else

She looked you up and down and laughed "I can't believe you walked out of the house with that ugly skirt on and do you need a jacket? No one wants to see your mid drift it's ugly". You looked at Jasper but he just stood there, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. You scoffed and bit your lips to stop your tears from falling. You ran to the bathroom, the jingle of your many bracelets echoing off of the walls

-

Jessica's laugh rang in your ears, why does she have to be so mean? She has been ruining everything for you since you first got here

You started to think about that time you celebrated your 16th birthday at school with friends and classmates since your parents had no time for it. "Happy birthday to you!" This was the most attention you've ever gotten at this school, you smiled at everyone and blew the candles out as they cheered. "Thank you everyone I-" your thanks was cut off as a monotone voice spoke out "ew are we really going to eat that?" Of course it was Jessica Stanley, she never lets up on you

You sighed "it's red velvet cake Jessica, not poison"

Her face scrunched up in disgust "but it's homemade right?" You nodded slowly, not knowing what she's getting at

"We don't know what you people do to your foods" she eyed the cake like it was the most disgusting thing she's ever seen "I won't be touching it" she grabbed her bag and walked out of the classroom, a few people following close behind her

You shook you head to stop yourself from thinking about such moments and lifted a hand to wipe your cheek as a tear rolled down. You feel so much more ugly than you ever have in your whole life

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and in front of you stood Jessica. "y/n I wanted to say sorry" you stood there in silence knowing that she had more to say

"I'm sorry that Jasper just doesn't like girls like you, he likes girls like me or Bella. You will never be more than a friend. Got it?" You had no more fight left in you, not like you had any to begin with, so you just nodded. She smiled and looked you up and down again hate etched into her features "oh and do us all a favor and stop wearing those horrendous sheets that you call clothes". She soon walked out of the bathroom, you couldn't hold your tears back this time

-

A few days passed by and you stayed away from Jasper and the Cullens completely. You started wearing baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, your mom begged and pleaded for you to not give up on your culture but she didn't understand what you were going through

You sat in the back of chemistry class, giving Jessica the satisfaction of changing you completely. You saw a figure standing at the door from the corner of your eye, looking up you saw Jasper waving you out but you quickly looked away. He's the last person you want to see and talk to

When you were walking to your car, you noticed someone leaning on the front of it. You recognized the silhouette, soon realizing that it was Jasper's brother Emmet. "fuck" you whispered to yourself as you closed the distance between you and your car

He smiled at you and laughed "you know I heard that right?"

You chuckled dryly, just standing there with your arms crossed "yeah your super hearing is so cool" you said sarcastically "can you move please?"

Emmet just stood there looking at you, studying your facial expressions and your body language. He knew something was up. "I've never saw you in jeans before y/n" he sighed. You looked at him dumbfounded, why does he care? It's none of his business what you wear

"I can wear what I want Emmet" you sneered "I saw the way you guys looked at my other clothes anyway, someone just let me know what all of you were too afraid to tell me" he looked shocked "so move" but he moved fairly quickly

You were getting angrier with every word that came out of you mouth. You didn't want to look at his face anymore. You jumped into your car, starting it as quick as you can and driving off

Emmet was one of the siblings that you were close to, alongside Rosalie. They were the ones you could talk to when you just couldn't talk to Jasper. You don't know why you had treated him like that and you wished you could take it back but what's done is done

Maybe this'll keep them away from you

-

Knock knock knock

Three soft bangs woke you up quickly. Was someone knocking on your window? You sat up in your bed and rubbed your eyes, the clock showed 2 am

Knock knock knock

You heard the knocking again, it sounded more frantic. What if it's a kidnapper? Or a robber? What if-

"I'm not a kidnapper y/n open the window" you knew that voice! It was Jasper, what was he doing here so late? You suddenly sprung into action thinking he might be hurt or someone got hurt. "What happened?" You questioned as he jumped inside "did someone get hurt?"

He looked like he had been crying for a couple of hours. He doesn't have that glow in his eyes that he usually has. "Talk to me, tell me what I did wrong please" he whispered in the hush of the night. You stood there confused

What were you supposed to say? You've never seen him cry before, he's never this vulnerable. "Come on Jas you have to go" you tried hard to make sure your voice doesn't waver "uh you probably just need some sleep okay?" You were trying to walk him back to the window

Jaspers sadness quickly turned to anger. He was upset with how you were treating him, he's heartbroken and now you're trying to just shove him back out the window? "I don't just need sleep y/n!" he shouted in your face "I need you to tell me why you've been ignoring me. What did I do to hurt you so bad that you would rather shut me out of your life completely!"

Your eyes watered, you were never able to take people yelling at you too well and you take Jasper yelling at you one hundred times worse. "Fucking say something y/n!" he continued. He saw the tear drop from your eye and he immediately softened

Jasper grabbed you, hugging you tight as you cried into his shoulder "I'm sorry" you eventually said. You started telling him everything that was happening "it's been going on for years so you would think I'd be use to it by now". He rubbed circles into your back as you spoke, telling him about how you felt in the hallway "...and you looked at me, you looked at me and said nothing while she said the most disgusting things about me"

He looked displeased with himself, like he could just kick himself right then and there.

"The bathroom...she said a lot of things" you told him everything that was said to you and he looked livid. His eyes went black and you knew exactly what was happening

"Hey, she's not worth it" he faced the window, trying not to show his fangs. When you first found out about him he was hesitant about being around but soon he became comfortable with you. Sometimes his lack of control over his emotions is what keeps him from fully showing his true self around you

Your voice calmed him down "it's not worth it Jas" you repeated. His breathing eventually evened out

The silence was deafening, you just wanted him to say something

"I love you" is all he said

You nodded "I love you too Jasper" you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind him, resting your cheek on his back "I'm sorry for not being the best best friend like I promised I would"

You could feel him inhale before you felt yourself being disconnected from him. Next thing you know it you're face to face with him, his arms wrapped around your waist this time "no y/n, I love you. I love you so much it hurts" you gasped and tried to step back but he just held your waist tighter

"I'm not the type of girl you want Jasper. I don't fit in with you or anyone else. I think it's best we stay friends" you softly spoke out, your voice shook despite your efforts to keep it from doing that. You managed to get out of his hold to go sit on your bed. "Please leave" you finished firmly

Silence washed over you. You felt your bed dip as Jasper sat next to you but neither of you said a word

Eventually he spoke up "I think you're beautiful". You looked at him with your mouth opened in what could possibly be shock or disbelief? You don't know it's a mix of emotions right now. Your eyes stared into his, trying to find a lie within them. No one has genuinely called you beautiful like this. "I love the clothes you wore, they were so colorful. They were what made me fall in love with you. The real you"

You stood up after he said that. Fall in love with? In love with? Oh my fuck. "Uhm" you were panicking now. What if he was just lying to you? Him and Jessica will probably laugh at you about this tomorrow. But now that you think about it Jasper has never laughed at you, even when he was stuck in the hallway situation with you he didn't even pretend to be amused

You slowly sat back down at the realization that he's being real with you right now. Jasper slowly brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly caressing it. "I love everything about you and where you're from. Did you know that I ordered a cookbook from India so I could learn how to prepare all of your favorite meals?" he smiled a small smile "that was going to be our first date"

He was going to do all of that for you? Really? You chuckled softly, flashing him a small smile "I had no idea" now you felt even worse for treating him the way you did. "I'm sorry Jasper. I didn't mean to push you away I just thought it would be better for you if I wasn't in your life anymore. I've had a crush on you for years and I always thought you wanted someone like Bella because she's like one hundred times prettier than me" you were talking too much, something you did when you were nervous

"No one is prettier than you. Not in my eyes" There was a moment when you just sat there looking at each other. Jasper shamelessly stared at your lips for a few minutes before looking back up at your eyes. You don't know who leaned in first but one second you were having a tension filled staring contest and the next second Jasper's soft lips were smushed up against yours. The kiss was hot and desperate and neither one one of you had came up for air yet

Jasper was the first to pull away "you don't know how long I've waited to do this" he breathed. You took that time to just look at him, admire his beauty but that didn't last long as his lips were back on yours in no time

He layed you down and began kissing your neck sucking a hickey under your ear which which you now know is a sensitive spot "Oh" you moaned. This is a new feeling for you

He kissed all the way down lifting your shirt up to kiss your stomach. When his lips touched your skin it felt amazing but you still panicked "wait wait stop" you cried out. Jasper stopped immediately upon hearing your voice, he looked up at you with concern. "It's just uh" you didn't know how to say this, you didn't want him too laugh at you

"I've never done this before" he just looked at you confused "I'm a virgin Jas" you finally said

His eyes grew wide for a split second before returning to normal size. "Oh I- uhm do you not want to do this?" He stood up awkwardly, scrambling to fix himself just in case you were going to kick him out. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down "I know I want to do it and you're the one o want to do it with, I'm just scared that I'm not going to be what you are expecting"

Upon that confession he grabbed both of your hands and kissed them gently. "you're everything I've ever wanted y/n. We'll go slow and I'll be gentle if you want". You shook your head "okay, I trust you"

You began kissing again, this time slowly. You laid back and he smoothly started to kiss your jaw and down your neck. "Ah" you whined when he nipped a sensitive spot on your neck. He looked you in your eye as he kissed down, lifting your shirt up to place searing hot kisses on your chest. You sat up to take your top completely off, he practically drooled at the sight

You had no bra on "fuck your boobs are so pretty baby" you blushed at his words not knowing if you should say thank you or not. You moaned loudly as he wrapped his lips around one of your hardened nipples. His hand slowly crept down to tease the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you for approval

Almost hesitant you shook your head yes. You shivered when his fingers slid between your soaked folds. You clawed at his shirt

"Off" you desperately pleaded, wanting to feel his skin against yours

His chest on yours felt nice, both of you were warm, this was nice for you. It was with someone you truly loved

-

"I want to be inside of you so bad" Jasper rubbed his cock between your wet folds

Once you guys were fully naked you were wondering if you should be having second thoughts about this but you don't. He had to talk to you about covering yourself up though "you're perfect, don't hide it" he had whispered against your lips

Your breathing was heavy as you waited for him to put the condom on. So far you had cum twice and you never knew how amazing that feeling was until now

Jasper rubbed your thighs gently sweat g to relax you "I'll talk you through it" he promised

You nodded and tried to lay as relaxed as possible. Okay it won't hurt too bad

Oh how wrong you were

The first few inches were hell, he whispered softly in your ear "you got this" and "just a little more, you can take it"

You looked at his face once he was fully in, he was sweating and breathing heavy. "y-you can move now"

Jasper tightened his grip on your waist and slowly pulled out then slammed back into you "fuck you're so tight" he moaned

You scratched his back as he thrusted harshly into you. Both of you had agreed on going slow but the pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain felt too good

"faster please" you panted, you were dripping with sweat. You didn't have to tell you twice he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the once silent room

You felt dizzy with pleasure a bubble if heat was forming in the pit of your stomach. You knew that feeling all too well now

Jasper was now leaning over you, hands on wither side of your head, face in your neck. You held his hair out of your face as you both chased your highs. "Come for me baby" he whispered in your ear. His deep raspy voice was enough to pop that bubble instantly and you cried out as you came on his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight

"fuck fuck fuck" he squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to thrust in and out of you. You caressed his back and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. "I'm gonna cum, mm" he grunted before he stilled completely, filling you up

He collapsed on top of you, still holding himself up a little as to not crush you. You both were a mess of sweat and cum

He rolled off of you and layed next to you "I love you" he smiled at you softly

"I love you more" you threw your arm around his waist and cuddled up to him

Never in a million years would you have thought that this would be your life

#jasper hale #twilight #this is bad #the smut isn't that good forgive me #chrissy 🐾 🐾

[circa-specturgia]

Birthday cake, Milky Way, train, and love letter for the ask game

—@italiangothicwriteblr

Thank you for the ask! ✨

I’m gonna answer it for two characters if that’s alright, namely Cas and Mask if that’s alright! I’ve been trying to develop the two of them in my head a bit more recently, so this is a good opportunity! ✨

🎂 Birthday Cake - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it?

Neither of the two know when their birthday is, exactly, both having been created artificially, but both have chosen dates for their birthdays that they felt meant something to them. I can’t decide on exact days as I don’t know if my setting will have its own calendar and timescale and all, but Cas’ would be in the Winter, and Mask’s in the Summer.

Cas chose the date he fell to Istra, and met Ciro. He decided that whether or not he had a life prior to this one, this was the day that would be as good as any to serve as a date of birth, with how it was the start of a new point in his life. It was mostly chosen by his friends who pointed out that it’d been a year since he’d first come to Istra, which he accepted as a good date.

Mask on the other hand chose the day that they met Cas. That day they felt a shift, due to their energies coming into contact with one another, sparking the start of their evolution into their own person rather than a mindless doll. That, according to them, felt like their “birth day” when asked about if they had one.

🌌 Milky Way - What was the inspiration behind your OC? What was the first thing you decided about them?

Cas : it’s hard to remember inspirations as he’s just such a mess at this point of inspirations and things I’ve removed, I’ve had him since 2018 or so… As for first thing, his name, I think? I was trying to think of a name I could use for a character for the writing project I wanted to start which has since then become Circa Specturgia, and Caspian hopped to mind.

Mask : Similarly to Cas, I can’t recall exactly what the first ones were. I do know that I began with a desire to write an enemies-to-lovers relationship, and so I began coming up with ideas for a character to act as an antagonist for the main group. Both Cas and Mask are characters who I came how with a looooong time ago so sorry if I don’t really remember their original concepts 😅

🚊Train - What is their answer to the trolley problem?

Cas : He chooses to save a loved one over the 5 other people without a seconds hesitation. It’s not even a question, if he sees his friends and 5 people he doesn’t know, he’s saving his loved ones immediately. Whether or not he feels guilt for it later is something my I’m still thinking on though as I’m playing around with him…

Mask : They find it difficult to really get what the problem with it is. And try and figure out if they can kill everyone. But with the version of the single person track holding Cas or someone else they’d grown to like or appreciate, they’d also pick the other five people. Unlike Cas though it’s less about loyalty and more about not really valuing human life. As they grow and come to understand it more, they’d see it as more of a dilemma, but would likely still chose to save those they care about.

💌 Love Letter - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

The two of them have a very particular love language. While they don’t have the time or lifestyle to write one another love letters, Mask began to leave marks for Cas, at one point, in order to communicate, leave behind messages. Eventually this evolved once they’d gotten closer.

Mask, initially, is very much of the “Please Do Not Observe Me” mindset. They don’t like being seen or watched and prefer to hide in shadows, exist as a sort of ghost. Their name is literal, as they’d wear a mask, eventually toning it down to face wrappings, like a blindfold and a face mask, then eye wrappings, eventually being comfortable enough to remove them, for Cas, and sometimes for others, though they’d till prefer to wear those even then. They enjoy hiding out in shadows, even once they’d grown more accustomed to people, as it feels more natural.

As a result, Mask likes to communicate through little signals and signs, tugging on Cas’ shirt or sleeves, or manifesting voices only Cas can hear, when he wants Cas’ attention. Asking for affection, however, can be more physical, in the form of inhabiting the shadows on Cas’ skin and caressing his body, choosing how to do so depending on what sort of intimacy they crave.

The two of theirs habit of leaving messages from before they grew close remains, however, leaving subtler little hints now across places they spend time in if needed. Ie, Mask planting some wispy shadows on a table they know Cas will pass when leaving a room, to sign that they want some time together!

Thanks for the chance to develop these two some more!!! ✨

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #answering asks #emoji ask game #ask game #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

[vasheden]

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

So I know it’s a lot of you don’t wanna answer all of them that’s fine ! 😆🙈

🌙: Rinkah hasn't been in a position in her life to really allow herself to have some great wish. She's spent most of the past decade trying to scrape out a living, then digging her claws in and selfishly guarding everything she managed to acquire. She would do anything to get ahead. Her time with the Scions has given her both status and the resources necessary to decompress and really take a look at her life and herself. At this point, she's like 27-28 and finally able to consider a world where she doesn't have to die young. I think her first wish would be to help kids in the situation she was in, and give them the options that she has finally had for herself. Equal citizenship for the Keepers in the Shroud is a pipe dream, but one that she would never really be able to give up on.

🌈: I don't know that she would really offer advice, so much as just facts of what will happen. She would definitely warn her younger self about the voidsent feeding off of her, and about how she is going to lose her best friend if she continues leaning into violent work (she isn't dead, she just didn't want to have anything to do with the person Rinkah was becoming). But I don't think she'd offer advice for other options, because she wouldn't have made any other choices. The experiences she had so fully shaped who she is presently that she can't conceive of who she would even be without them.

💌: For Kaia. Once she learns to read (Thancred teaches her post-ARR), she LOVES writing and receiving love letters. She wrote to Aymeric constantly all throughout Stormblood and Endwalker, and keeps his letters close always. Her letters to him are mostly updates on the more mundane things she encounters rather than battle missives. Stories of friends she's made, interesting foods she's tried, nice sights seen. Promises of things they can enjoy together in a future where neither of them are forced to be Very Important People. Mostly wishful thinking, but it's what kept her sane while she carried the immense weight of responsibility.

💖: Rinkah doesn't do open displays of affection, but she loves leaving marks. Usually very visible ones that will get stares and possibly questions as to the source. Whether her partners tell is up to them, but she likes seeing the evidence.

Kaia is as showy as her partners are willing to be. She will keep completely silent and deny everything if asked, but she does love being physically affectionate and showing off her lovers. Everyone knows how she feels about Aymeric, only a few people suspect she's more than friends with Estinien, literally no one knows she had a short fling with Lyna on the First (she's taking that one to her grave rather than having to look G'raha in the eye afterwards).

🌌: There wasn't a lot of inspiration behind Kaia. I was designing an appearance that I loved, and my feelings on the MSQ really shaped how she developed as a person.

For Rinkah, I specifically wanted something different from the sort of characters I always play. My most amoral characters tend to end up still being basically Robin Hood at worst, and I really wanted to explore someone actually unpleasant. Aesthetically, I had the idea of a tiny avatar of rage that got really stuck in my head, then I started fleshing her out to try to figure out how she ended up like that. Of course, then I had to figure out even more about her to understand why anyone would consider her a friend or want to spend time with her, and she's gotten more gray the more I think about her. That's a good thing, though? It's been really interesting and I'm loving her more every day.

#oh this got long. good questions though! #long post #ask game #rinkah bajhiri #kaia ura

[soulventure91]

emoji asks for u:👑,🙈 (esp for dir) and i'd love to know 🌌 -- for as many of ur blorbos as you see fit!

emojis bb! |

Diric Vajon 👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why? I think I answered this one in the last round doing this, BUT. If he's to be remembered, Dir would like it to be as a protector, someone that could be counted on when he was needed. He grew up believing that being a soldier, a fighter - someone able to stand up for himself and others - was how he was going to make it out of Blackthorn and make a difference in the world. He's not as sure now as he's been in the past whether that's how he'll be remembered - if he'll be remembered at all.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people? It's peeked out a bit since he's come back from Tsenden, and it's a side he is trying to be more comfortable with letting out: being playful, not being wound up in his armor all the time. Diric's never felt comfortable letting down all his walls and allowing himself to have fun. He's going to make an attempt once we get out of the Shadowfell, though - day at the spa, do some frivolous shopping and maybe some new piercings, and get down some dancing if he finds a good place. Dir needs something to help his soul heal and stabilize his broken heart at the very least.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? So when I fist started playing a ttrpg in uni, I was able to get my hands on a HeroLab license (that group was running a heavily modified Pathfinder 1e game, hence HL) and started working with a few different concepts. Around the same time as I was starting to read up on Drow (since I wanted to play one and my DM wanted to ensure I didn't accidentally make a Drizzt), I also discovered mind flayers! There's actually a sequence in the second Homeland Trilogy book where Drizzt is! Briefly captured and enthralled by mind flayers! And part of that stuck with me enough that when I was passing time doing concepts and inspired by art on Pinterest, I created a psionic dhampir ranger - a man that had been captured and enthralled by mind flayers and escaped, but was forever changed by the experience. I then shelved that concept and that character sheet has since been lost to time - sometimes I'd think about it again, though, and the thought came on strongly after Tac died and Tez was spiraling rapidly out of the party. Of course at the time 5e didn't have dhampir or psionics, but I could still have the mind flayers in the background - and I could play not a full Drow (at the time that PF1e Drow had gotten kinda shafted in terms of chardev so playing full Drow some years later had left a bad taste in my mouth, and something similar happened in an in-person game I'd been in while also playing a full Drow) but a partial Drow, who would be outside the dangerous society and more easily exit onto the surface. And that's how you get to Diric!

Rosette Gang 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? So for the Rosette kids, it began with Kassi and playing the first open beta of Diablo 4. The opening intrigued me, and Diablo being a dark fantasy universe the idea of playing a necromancer seemed like a cool, lore-infused place to start. Of course though the necromancer's body model was bony and starved-looking - but that just set my creative juices turning. Necros in Diablo are sort of a combo class of D&D wizard and warlock - sturdier than a sorcerer but still a solid magical cannon, if restricted in some ways compared to a magic-heavier class. Building from there I could reckon Kassi as someone that tried to be the full-wiz style of necromancer - but can't. So she needed a more warlock-esque arc - leaning again into Diablo and the character of Rathma, born of an angel and a demon and known as the First Necromancer. So of course with most things when I want to develop further, I turned to my bestie @tatooine92 and said 'hey what if some portal magic went wrong and this skinny little necromancer that actually has 15 STR landed in Thedas'. She followed it up with 'what if she landed in Kirkwall??' This is how we get to Dylen and Jerrik - originally two nobody Templars guarding the Kirkwall Chantry when the Veil gets popped open briefly and this maybe-demon person falls right out in from of the Grand Cleric. Jerrik was the Quiet Stoic Protector, while Dylen was the Curious-But-Wary-And-Witty Newbie (and yes they're husbands, we knew this immediately). Kassi immediately bonded to them, and when I started developing her original world Steph agreed that I could port Dylen and Jerrik in as well - which meant I had to figure out "Templars" without actually having Templars. Cue D&D again and the Eberron setting with dragonmarks - just altered and made rarer! That's how you get the most sunshiney-yet-goth necromancer who can bench press you while still grinning; an ex-con who suddenly has magic that lets him be EVEN SNEAKIER; and a very tired sword-and-board-plus-protection-magic man who really doesn't like necromancers for Deeply Personal Reasons \o/

#THANKU FOR ASKINNNNN #oc: diric vajon #project: rosette

[tsuki-sennin]

Purikyua! There goes the boy! The boi!

Sorry if I seem even more scattered than usual, I woke up way too early today.

But hey! Tsubasa finally gets to transform this episode! That's great! The runtime so rudely interrupted him last episode~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-GBA chase theme ass music.

-Jump!

-...and fall!

-"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

-Borb

-Your dad must've been swole for an artist, Tsubasa-kun.

-BALL

-He ROLL!

-Oh man, these setpieces look so good

-Dodge!

-Oh okay, Prism can just...

-Do that!

-"...I think we're losing, Sky."

-"Oh no, we're fucked."

-Kabaton respects his opponents... sometimes.

-Having themselves a nap.

-"Ohhhhh, riiiiight! I was supposed to kidnap the baby. Hmmm..."

-THE BORB STANDS

-He seems really fast if he can dodge those energy bolts like that.

-Getting saved by a baby.

-One passenger limit, I see.

-Oh shit, Ageha.

-"This plan is terrible, but we're doing it anyway!"

-This goddamn Bros Attack.

-Cratered!

-The can-do spirit of heroes~!

-He has banans

-Oh my God, I just noticed

-Tsubasa's borb form has rubber ducky noises when he walks.

-We didn't even last a second hljkjghg

-Suddenly fallen out of the sky, far far away from your family... just like her, huh buddy? And Sora-chan too.

-Dropped~!

-"Come now, magic baby. You get taken to a world of darkness, and I finally get respect from my boss. Everybody wins!"

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-"Kabitabbabababababa Bataton!"

-Purple Bebop doesn't want a whole lot. He just wants to be strong and fed, that's all that really matters <333

-"I'm gonna need a Minecraft McMansion populated by supermodels and personal chefs~! Oh~! And I also want a pony for my birthd- Where do you think you're going, boy?"

-Get bananed, hippo crate.

-Be free, Ozone Baby.

-Breath of the Wild style.

-OH MY GOD, HE DROPPED HIMSELF

-Down he goes!

-"I've never gotten a chance to soar... Oh... Nevermind..."

-Time for the side character to get promoted!

-"What the shit!? A side character? And a boy no less!?"

-I hear the franchise is quite popular with young dudes in Japan. ...well, younger dudes.

-"I'm gonna be the best goddamn big brother this side of the Toei spectrum!"

-Okay! Ageha's plan worked~!

-Hero Time, once more!

-Welcome to the greatest storm!

-You fuckin' go, laddie.

-Toei allowing GNC Swag is the best.

-My son, off to kick ass.

-He is full of Birdonic Waves. He must've left his leftover spaghetti in the microwave too long.

-The DNA of Henri and Takumi, the tradition of Milky Rose and Cure Parfait. Wing-kun, as of today, you are another marketable mascot turned Cure!

-"He's doin' it! He's flying! ...BUT I'M NOOOOOOOOOOT!"

-Just like his pops.

-...Hmm...

-Oh, no time for that, it's time for you to kick some ass!

-Kick they ass, boy!

-"Determination... that's the wind beneath the Cure's Wings!"

-Soaring Wing Attack!

-Purification Time~!

-We did it~!

-Our Bird Boy Knight~!

-An affirmed bond of chivarlry~!

-Lead us off, lad.

-When Butterfly, Toei?

-Party Time, Party Time~!

-Yakitai?

-Oh shit, boy can cook?

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky pretty cure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #precure

[highlifeboat]

What if we make Angel (Alcina's maid friend) legally blind?

Like, she had visual impairment for more than 20 years now and perfectly accustomed to It, so nobody knows/remembers that. It's not until Alcina asks Angel to read her some paper and maid has to take It really close to her face and she still can barely read It, because of small font. So Alcina asks if Angel should wear glasses of sorts and that's when Angel reveals, that they sight can't be accommodated. In fact, they left eye can barely distinct light and darkness at this point, so they only see with the right one.

That sends Alcina in a bit of a panic, because she's already worried sick for her old human friend and finding out they're legally blind doesn't help situation. She even goes as far as to tell all Maids to keep a close eye on old Angel, because of they limited sight. Which mostly just embarrasses them, because Angel can do pretty much anything themself, except some specific things, related to sight.

I personally like the idea if Angel has just kind of slowly been going blind. Like it's been getting worse since they were like 40ish, and it's actually starting to affect their work.

One eye is better than the other, but it really doesn't help much. The right can still see people as coloured blobs and light/dark, but the left almost may as well stay closed. They can't read the labels of any of the cleaning products anymore, so they always have to get one of the other maids to grab it for them (and use the excuse that they're "Old and weak" when said maid inevitably complains). They can tell people apart by voice, and very generally by clothing (if it's a daughter vs a maid vs alcina), but can't really see their faces at all. The reason no one can tell is because Angel's eyes aren't milky and they still manage to look at the person talking just out of instinct. They stick to major parts of the castle because they don't have the entire thing mapped out in their head and don't want to get lost in the off shoots. Stairs are a bit of nightmare and they've almost fallen way more times than they want to admit.

They never really bring it up to anybody because, as a maid, you kind of need to be able to see. If you can't see, you can't efficiently work, and if you can't work you're basically useless. They don't think Alcina would kill them over it, but it just kind of makes them feel bad. Especially since they liked this job.

Cue Alcina finding out and having a bit of a panic. "How long has this been happening?"/"Are you sure you're alright?" and a lot of generally protective questions. Angel says their fine, they just, y'know, can't see. It's no painful or anything, and they've kind of gotten used to it. Alcina starts to fuss that she can try to get them something like a cane but Angel just insists that they're fine.

"I've managed for over fifteen years, after all."

"FIFTEEN YEARS?!"

Alcina tells the other maids to keep an eye on Angel, and help them with whatever they need. The intentions are nice, but Angel just finds it horribly embarrassing. Especially since they didn't really want to tell anybody. It does not help that they now have the younger maids coming up and being like "So you can't see at all??" And doing that stupid "How many fingers." thing to them while they're trying to work. They can't be mad at Alcina for it, really, but they kind of wished she'd have asked before just outing them like that.

#also alcina realizing ''oh no my friend is actually getting old'' #like the reality setting in that angel won't live forever #and that they're mid 50s at this point #which is wild to alcina cuz it feels like just yesterday they were a fresh faced 20 something just arriving #asks #anons #oc angel

[jhnanino08]

I recall lying on the sand as a kid and being amazed by the splendor of the sky and the birds soaring above it. Our house was near the seaside, and as it turned out, it became my refuge from the perpetual pressure. But the adults used to persuade me as a kid that millions of axes would come down on me and slash me to pieces. Obviously, I trusted them.

Gazing at myself, it has grown into half of my aloof memories of my youth, but presently, as I've gotten older, I see it was merely an embellished tale that many adults would impart to us in order for us to blossom into what they meant us to end up being.

This is the portrayal of an adult young man who was more deeply cherished by his maternal grandparents than by his birth parents. A story of a young man who was encouraged to conform to the standards set by society and who dreaded snapping pictures because he was skeptical that he seemed lovely in them. This youthful individual, who is progressively tracking down what they truly are, is a young adult who has ceased caring about how others see him.

Hey there. I'm Irish, and this is my way of welcoming you to my domain and getting to know me.

Age, 20. Occupation? I am still pursuing my academic degree in business administration. My SOGIE is cisgender male and at present resides in Antique, the realm where the mountains meet the sea. Currently, the inside of my chest is brimming with feelings, as are my thoughts on what I am going to compose next because it's been years, I suppose, since I hadn't created a blog.

I've recently grown more self-sufficient (due to my shift to college). It's been unbearable for me to be away from my family while looking out for myself. Fortunately, having become an enlightened and optimistic individual, I was aware of it all. I am fond of enjoying pieces of music that make me feel like the main protagonist, inventing scenes in my head in which I am the mastermind of my own personal drama. Taylor Swift is a top-notch musician, and Fearless is one of my indispensable recordings. In reality, my concert hall is my bathroom. I have the volume on my speakers switched up to 11 and shake to each and every note of the music. Genuinely savoring the present moment because I am the moment, and it is of no importance because I own it.

I cherish individuals. Growing up, I was fostered by a family of conservatives, and the wisdom they imparted in me has been with me all my life. In this vein, I radiate excellence in my academics. I had been playing badminton throughout fifth grade and had competed at the level of provincial competition. Unfortunately, I got merely a bronze medal. Being a wannabe photographer, I've constantly been collecting visuals since then, and the rush of adrenaline and pleasure it offers me exceeds anything I couldn't have imagined. I came across personally as adept at multitasking and had recently been enjoying online games such as Call of Duty as well as reading Manhwa, which is my ultimate guilty pleasure.

I've been accustomed to the affluent and underprivileged dimensions of my environment my whole life. I had no idea the manner in which to be affectionate (at least not until I met someone exceptional), which makes me plainly emotional. Yet on rare occasions, I enjoy wanting to fantasize about anything. Isn't it awful that I make up my own contexts in my imagination around the term "romantic"? If I were to tell my younger self just one statement, it would be, "I'm proud of getting you this far." At some point, I realized that I had little authority over my abilities. I am fond of sci-fi stories, and oftentimes I wonder, "What if a parallel universe exists?" To assume you've spent an agonizing existence here, in this Milky Way galaxy, elsewhere in the center of infinities and coincides for the better part of your life.

I anticipate I hadn't composed so dramatically, but I think that's it; there could be more later, or I don't know. Thank you for consuming your time to read this; it's good to be alive. Xoxo.

#personal #about myself #get to know me #blog #aesthetic

[timetravelingshark]

Okay so I'm not super familiar with your OCs, but I wanted to send emojis, so....pick who you want to talk about for each? Or pick one(s) you don't talk about often that you want to flesh out more? 👁️EYE💥COLLISON🍧SHAVED ICE🌙MOON🙈SEE-NO-EVIL🌌MILKY WAY🌪️TORNADO💚GREEN HEART

Thank you so much for the ask!! I'll do the mains just because it's fun to tinker with them and more development can't hurt. 👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)?

oooo okay this is a great question because eye color actually is a BIG thing in my story!! There's two main schools of magic that humans use- light and dark magic. Neither is inherently good or bad, and it's kind of like a yin and yang thing. The ability to use magic in any safe and meaningful capacity is somewhat rare, and it's determined by birth. Those who have a natural affinity for light magic have eyes the color of cut emeralds, and those who have a natural affinity have eyes that are the color of orange flames. Ori, being a dark mage, has orange eyes, and Darius, being a light mage, has emerald eyes. Elves are also a thing in this story and one of their most iconic traits is their eyes that come in unnatural, startling shades of blue- ranging from the exact color of ice to the inkiest midnight blue. Nero and Chrion, the major elven characters, both have blue eyes. Nero's eyes are more in the icy range, while Chiron's eyes look more like the sea. aight lads this post has gotten a lot longer than I intended (this is actually a lot of questions orz) so I'll put everything else under the read more so my followers don't hate me lmfao

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Ori- Feelings of inadequacy and uselessness. It's what spurred her to try to master each Art and be listed as one of the true greats in magical history. She wants to learn, she wants to do, she wants to be of use. If she can't help or be needed or of use she feels lost, wilts, and retreats into herself.

Darius- Anger. He doesn't look like it, and it's pretty difficult to rouse his anger, certainly, but if someone manages to truly piss him off he tends to do some highly unethical shit and it's very hard for him to cool down afterwards. He gets all shaky and restless for a while and has to pace and then meditate to calm himself down. He holds a lot of grudges and it's hard for him to forgive. It's a part of his personality that he's deeply ashamed of and he hates it when people see that side of him.

Nero- Resentment. Boy is a petty, salty bitch (not that I blame him) and it affects pretty much every facet of his character. He's been treated like shit for a good chunk of his life and so it completely colors his worldview and influences the things he does and says throughout the story. Chiron- Ooooo, this one's hard! Chiron is probably the least developed out of the main four, which I hope to remedy soon. For now, I would say it's arrogance. The man is good at magic- more than most humans, by virute of being an elf, and he's pretty good for an elf. He's extremely confident in his abilities and it gets to his head sometimes. 🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Ori- A small doll that Isra, her mentor at the abbey, made for her when she was a little girl. When she got a little bit older, her friend Asar put tiny little bracelets on it made out of bronze and glamoured them to look gold, to match the bracelets that the people at the temple wore. They were her two dearest (and kind of only) friends at the monastery so she treasures it a lot. If she ever lost it, she'd be absolutely distraught, and probably bawl like a baby. Darius- A handwritten book of prayers that was given to him by his nonnus, Evander- the monk that was his surrogate father and main teacher at the temple that he grew up in. He got it when he turned ten and he still carries it around with him to this day, flipping through it to find the right prayer to ease his mind. If he ever lost it or it got irreparably destroyed, he'd be pretty out of sorts for a good while, and then he'd probably write to Evander and apologize for losing it because he loves his dad v much and feels like he's dishonoring him by losing his hard work. :( Nero- A sword and scabbard that his father gave him before he was sent to live at the Lucerian royal court at age 13. It's a piece of his Elven cultural heritage (one of the few he still has) and a sign that his father truly viewed him as a proper elven man. If he ever lost it, he'd be genuinely inconsolable. Man would still be mourning that sword a hundred years later. Chiron- A silver and carved moonstone necklace given to him at 13. Traditionally, necklaces like this are given to youths once they turn sixteen, but since he was also sent to live at the Lucerian royal court alongside Nero, his parents gave it to him earlier. It's a beautiful peice and Chiron wears it near constantly. If he ever somehow lost it or it was irreparably destroyed, he'd certainly be upset by it, but would eventually come to terms with it. If he ever got his hands on moonstone, he might try to make a replacement, similar to the one that he lost but different enough to show how he's changed in the 52 years since he got the original necklace. 🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Ori- To be the very best mage there ever was and to help people from all over any ways that she can. She literally raised a man from the dead solely to make him to teach her light magic because light magic is a lot more conducive to directly helping people, so I'd say she's ready to do just about anything. Darius- Currently, it's to regain his lost memories from the last seven years, and to find out who murdered him and why. He is fully willing to go across the continent and break into some rather secure places to figure it out. He is usually pretty hard lawful except when it comes to this stuff, lmao. Nero- To be back among his people instead of at the human Lucerian court. He'd genuinely be down for murder if it got him home, but the knowledge that a very tense geopolitical situation that could put his people in jeparody rests upon his shoulders prevents him from ever actually doing anything meaningful to acheive this goal. Chiron- To become genuinely respected in his field. He knows that he isn't fully taken seriously due to his elven nature, youthful appearance, and status as a hostage, and while it doesn't make him seethe like how it does to Nero, his ass is a tad bit chapped over it. People in the court recognize that he's certainly talented, but don't seem to realize that he's worked extremely hard to get to the level of precise skill in magic that he has and that it's not due to elven genetics like many who dismiss him claim- especially when he's practicing a human school of magic, which is much harder for elves to do. He generally lets that stuff roll off his back like water on a duck, but occasionally he'll show off more than he needs to to prove his worth to the naysayers. 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

Ori- She doesn't like to show off her insecurities or feelings of inadequacy. It makes her feel lame, and Ori wants to be the diametric opposite of lame at all times (by virtue of being a teenager, she fails in the "be cool as fuck at all times" category. repeatedly. bless her heart.) Darius- As mentioned earlier, he hates it when he gets into a rage, especially around other people. It's very shameful for people to see him lose control like that, particularly because it's normally really hard to get him worked up. Nero- Man actually has a heart under his jaded exterior, but only about three people (including a certain princess 👀👀👀) actually know that, and he would like it to stay that way. Chiron- He's made kind of a reputation of his "go with the flow" and "it is what it is" nature, so he doesn't like it if someone can tell if something is seriously affecting him. He has a brand to uphold, after all. 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? Ori and Darius came to me in a dream, actually. I dreamt I was a young mage who found a dude dead in a ditch and I brought him back to life with woo-woo magic necromancy powers. So that's where the very spark of inspiration came from! I would also say that Ori initially took some inspo from Megumin, lol. The first thing that I decided for both of them were their color palettes, as well as their hair and eye colors! Nero was based lowkey off of a character from a very old and very abandoned fantasy story of mine. I loved him as a character too much to throw away with the rest of what was a kind of unsalvageable story, so I adapted him and made him his own thing. I think one of the first things that I decided about him was that he was going to have incredibly short hair for an elf, which would end up becoming pretty symbolic since it showed his ironic disconnect with his birth culture. Chrion's inspiration was HIGHKEY inspired by Mathis Quigley from the wonderful webcomic Unsounded. (Absolutely read that if you get the chance, btw). The pale pretty boy looks, the arrogance, the skill at magic, the fondness for dark blue... man takes a lot after Quigs, I fully admit. He's diverged a lot from Quigley, though, since his inception, and I think that he stands as his own character. The first thing that I decided about him was that he'd be a magic user, to compliment Nero's very martially oriented build, and to give Ori and Darius someone to have cool magic duels with. 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you’ve ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Ori- She was a LOT more morally fucked, I would say, and she's already pretty morally fucked so you can imagine how bad she was. Originally dark and light magic were a lot more black and white but I found that kind of boring so I ditched it within like a month of the story's creation, and Ori's original, significantly darker characterization went with that. Darius- He used to not have a background as a solider- went straight from the Monastery to [REDACTED]. I decided that that was kind of boring and that he needed some more development to make certain aspects of his personality make sense, and to better connect him with people to help facilitate the search for his memories, so I decided to have him join the Lucerian army in the mage division. This ended up being great for his character development and it gave us his CO, Marcus, who is one of my favorite characters because he's just fucking funny and also Darius' bestie.

Nero- His original-original characterization from the first abandoned story was that he was an older brother tracking down his younger sister who he viewed as a traitor to their people and their kind for helping two human princes escape death. That all has gone clear out the window in this new story, but a lot of fundamental personality traits remain. Chiron- He's more ambitious than he was originally, and he's a little less nice to humans than he was originally- he's kind of ambivalent towards them now compared to his initial positivity. 💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Ori- Girl loves cuddles and hugs. Having someone's arms around her helps her feel safe, grounded, and most importantly, loved. Naturally, she craves this like how a cat craves sunlight and will bask in the cuddles and affection if you give it to her. Darius- A good bowl of soup is always a nice comfort for him. He doesn't mind hugs and cuddles, though, but it has to be from the right person. If he gets them from the right person, this man will literally melt in their arms. Just goes boneless. Nero- He'd literally die before admitting this, but he loves it when someone runs their hands through his hair, and especially so if they kind of gently scritch his scalp while doing so. The man may be an elf but he's a doggo at heart.

Chiron- A steady hand on his shoulder and some kind, appreciative words can rally Chiron from an emotional, mental, or physical low. Just knowing you appreciate him or trust him can make him go from :( to :)

#my ocs #ori #darius #nero #chiron #this was A Lot holy shit #I'm so sorry for rambling I just saw my chance to talk about these guys and I jumped on it

[firebirdtransam68]

I have not been as active as I used to be a month ago.  From the intense election, to death in the family, to the next decade beginning with many unpredictabilities, I thought it would be best to take a break from the Internet to decompress myself, as well as finding at least one or two hobbies to preoccupy myself.  Also, I may at least complete one of my items in my bucket list (one of them being able to see the Milky Way in the night sky, in person, for the first time), starting in the 2020′s.

That said, just because I am not as active as I used to be, does not mean I will be gone, permanently; it is just that I will be checking Tumblr every other day (as opposed to every day) for any notifications or other updates I believe I need to attend to.

Like I said, I am still here; just not as active as I used to be...

#pontiac firebird trans am #firebird trans am #pontiac firebird #pontiac trans am #trans am #trans am needs a break from the Internet #even trans am needs a break #car meme #going mostly on hiatus #one of my newfound hobbies is practicing web coding #I have many other hobbies but I will leave it at that for now #I have been wanting to see the milky way in person (I have not gotten the chance to but this could be my chance...) #I may come back to being more active again since I am feeling a little bit better #during my hiatus I started watching more action movies in memory of my father (many of them were his favorites) #I recently started watching the rambo (1982-2019) series and they were really good in my opinion #sure it is a popular series but that does not mean they are terrible (and there are many things that are underrated as well) #I do go on the internet but not as often #I also recently discovered sagan 4 which is inspired by spore (and a fan suggested I should check it out) #I am still here just not as active as I used to be #I may be more active on deviantart than on tumblr but that may be susceptible to change