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okami-zero · 1 month

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OC Name Meanings

I appreciate the tag, @kittynomsdeplume! xD

Rules: Google and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

I believe I shall tag... @elveny, @vasheden, @greyias, @traveleorzea, @autumnslance, @kunstpause, @sasslett, @clockworkdragonffxiv, @karoiseka, @yzeltia and anyone else who see this and wants to join in!

Okay, so one thing to note about most of my OCs, is their names generally just pop out of the random mess of alphabet soup constantly simmering in some corner of my brain. Not ALL of them (for example, Akagi's family name), but most. Or are inspired/pulled from other places. I will go with my big three main MMO fellas, and my two 100% original OCs. Also, have a cut cause I, uh, got carried away. ^_^; (And I am sorry this took so long. >.<)

Zedd Overkill/Zed'rika Ov'redis- Okay, this guy. My half-echani smuggler in SWTOR, who is based on the original I made ages ago (and who is the descendant of the SWTOR one, after some revisions/additions/etc.) The OG is Zedd Overkill, inspired by my favorite Power Rangers villain (Lord Zedd), the head agent from MiB (Zed, as in the letter) and with inspiration from Hackers (Crash Override), a dash (heh, pun) of Dash Rendar from Shadows of the Empire and a maybe just a hint of Han solo. The name popped into my head after watching Hackers and was trying to think up a cool email during computer class (back when Hotmail was still Hotmail xD). The name was repurposed with a smuggler character I made with a friend when we were just making up neat Star Wars OCs for a maybe story we were writing. Story never got finished, but Zedd stuck around. "Overkill" is more a nickname now, as his preferred method of rapid problem-solving involves liberal applications of thermal detonators. x3 Rav Masahiro & Marshall O'Donnell - These two are my second oldest persistent OCs after good ol' Zedd. There is technically one that is older (in fact, old enough that he used Zedd's moniker for a while, back when folding an OC to fit any AU was my MO), but he's kind of only half-baked, for the most part. Rav and Marshall are next in line, and are, by and large much more polished. The story they were to be set in was very grand in scale and scope, considering it was kind of a series of AUs where things in various realities were being fucked with, and they are two of a team of six who are sent out to deal with such things. If this sounds like a certain popular video game franchise from a prominent Japanese publisher, you'd be right in there being some similarities, I guess, but they predate it by about a year. Well, technically Rav predates it, Marshall didn't crystallize until about a year or so later. Powersets are very shounen-ish, I guess? Little bit of henshin and other stuff thrown in for flavor (and things have been tweaked and appended over time). Anyway, Rav's name comes from a reworking of my own name, as he is kind of my self-insert-ish guy. His last name comes from my at-the-time rampant obsession with Japanese culture (yes, yes, I'll say it, I was a weeb. The interest remains, though tempered by time, experience and education). I thought his last name meant something else, as Googling in those early days was... a crap shoot. And the fact that Masahiro is a given name in Japanese hasn't deterred me, as embarrassing as it might be, it just... is a thing now. xD (The other half-baked OC I mentioned has a similar nomenclature goof). Marshall's name kind of just, popped out of the ether, but it flows well and it fits. She does let people close to her shorten it to "Shall" (sounds like shawl). Do NOT call her "Marsh", "Marshie" or "Marsha" or she'll deck you. Like, lay you out flat with one punch. Moving on!

Xanotos Delkai - My Warrior tank in WoW. Another lad who went through some changes. xD So my first character in WoW was a human hunter back in the...alpha or beta, whenever it was they were originally playable before getting nixed. His name was Thanatos, inspired by the character of the same name from a Sega CD fighting game Eternal Champions: Challenge from the Dark Side. He was a typical Grim Reaper-y Death (as Thanatos was the personification of death in Greek mythology, and a psychopomp, I believe). I liked the name. However, the character was nuked after the alpha or beta or whatnot. So, when I remade the character for the full version, I rolled up a Warrior and named him Xanatos/Xanotos (depending on the server), or Xano. Now, I have remade and moved this character many times over the years. Delkai became his surname at some point, and when worgen came out, he was race-changed to worgen, and his backstory was shifted and fleshed out further. Fun fact: the Gargoyles TV series was the farthest thing from my mind when I made this toon, and was for many years. It wasn't until... just before or around Legion, I think? that I realized I had named him the same (if spelled differently) as Evil 90s Will Riker. xD

Akagi Obinata - And now we get to my most recent and most prevalent MMO OC, Akagi. Paladin, Tankfriend, tol dragon/lizard man. So, sadly, this boy is the third I have given a Japanese-style name to, and borked the order of, because Akagi is a freaking surname. >.< Now, I am aware that Hingashi (he was born and raised in/around Kugane) is only kind of Etheirys-Japan, but... I am just...moving on! The inspiration for his given name is one Akagi Shunsuke (or Shunsuke Akagi, in Western fashion) from the anime Dai-Guard. It is an absolutely insane super robot show and I love it, and I see a lot of myself in one of the protagonists (the aforementioned Akagi Shunsuke). So, in honor of a favorite character, I chose that. Forgetting, or blindly ignoring the fact that just because everyone in the show (save for his one relative we see) refers to him as Akagi because it is a cultural thing, and not because it is his given name. >.< What's done is done, however. His surname, thankfully, is one from a list of suggested surnames from the raen au ra lore I could find. It means "blades on waist", and I figured that there were samurai in his family line far enough back that that was the name they took. Akagi, by the way, is if I am not mistaken, "red castle", and well, he IS red. And the Paladin LB3 is a freaking castle WALL, so... it fits in a retroactive kind of way. xD (I was not thinking of his coloring, nor was I aware of what the LB3 looked like when I made him. ^_^; )

And that is it! Do I have more OCs? Yes! But they are all kind of self-contained to different things, and their names are more of a kind of mental slot machine than these goobers (plus the one xD). Hopefully I didn't ramble TOO too much, but I get excited about my homemade blorbos, y'know how it is. Thanks for reading!

#okami rambles #boy how okami rambles here xD #okami's OCs #FFXIV #WoW #SWTOR #WoW Warrior #SWTOR Smuggler #FFXIV PLD #Xanoto Delkai #Zedd Overkill #Akagi Obinata #Rav Masahiro #Marshall O'Donnell #A worgen a raen and three humans walk into a bar... xD #OC names

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murumokirby360 · 1 year

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My UGREEN Multifunctional Card Reader USB 3.0 Review (w/ my paper dolls) - Part 2 (Final) [Feb 17th, 2023]

Hello, here's the Final Part (Part 2) of my UGREEN Multifunctional Card Reader USB 3.0 review (featuring my Paper Dolls). 😊 📂➡️🖥️/💻/📱

If you haven't seen my Part 1, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let's continue!

My recorded video #2 [Edited] 🎦📝: (pls watch)

• So, what about an OTG? Will it work with my Card Reader combined with the OTG USB for my phone? Let's find out, as I insert my old & functional Strontium 64GB TF card & another SD card, this time for the actual counterpart (and not the adapter one) onto my Card Reader before I combined the OTG & plugged it into my Honor 8C smartphone. 📂📲

BTW: That Micro USB OTG device was came from the other item. I wish I could share, but, I'll keep that as my private. 🤫

• Nonetheless, my Card Reader works on my OTG phone! (like a charm) As you could see, it reads two memory cards on my "File Manager" app, much like on the PC. So, let's copy the videos that I've recorded moments ago by browsing my 256GB TF card & duplicate them onto my OTG Card Reader's SD Card (the blue Transcend brand). For a total of 456.49 MB size (for two recorded videos), this will take a minute & a half seconds (1 minute & 38 seconds, with 13 milliseconds to be precise). That's fast! 😁 Now, let's go back to my PC, shall we?

• Alright, time to plug my Card Reader onto my PC, once again & move my two recorded videos onto that "Video" folder in a blaze speed transfer! Even ejecting the SD cards was very quick & blinked in a second before I unplug it safely thanks to the USB 3.0 they chose for this card reader. But, what if I plug the USB 3.0? Good thing, my nylon braided extension cable was already attached! Which, by the way, is the same brand as my card reader! 😁 the result was a very outstanding speed rate by copying random videos from my Strontium 64GB TF Card! 😃📂➡️🖥️ I even try to copy all snapshot files through my external HD with both USB 3.0 plugged in, and it took me 3 minutes to complete compared to 4 minutes with USB 2.0 to 3.0's speed rate. 🙂 I would say, pretty much quite the same result depending on many sizes I want to copy using my Card Reader plugging the USB 3.0 port. ⏱️

16th to 19th Image(s) & Overall: ↑

• I enjoyed & happy to own this cool UGREEN USB Card Reader! 😊 Because transferring my memorable files are important for my computer tasks, and without this, I wouldn't transfer them onto my bigger storage to make room for my SD/Micro SD Cards or transfer it from my phone & vice versa. 📂➡️🖥️ And my paper dolls are ready to appear more moments via snapshot before I copy it 🖼️📲😊, and not eating my physical memory cards. (So again, don't ever do it! lol) 😅 And without USB 3.0 built-in on my Card Reader, I wouldn't have the blazing transfer speed performance, in case I'm in the situation (very rarely, in my opinion).

Asking Price:

• I ordered this Card Reader from... You guessed it, Lazada PH 🛒🌐🇵🇭 for ₱ 233 & discounted to ₱ 167.75 on April 6th, 2021. Pretty huge discount back then. 😁🏷️💵 As of this writing (2023), it is now ₱ 323 [CLICK ME!] & it is still available to purchase (whether from Lazada, Shopee, Aliexpress, Amazon, etc...). 🙂

Well, that's the end of my topic!

If you haven't seen my previous topic, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓😉

My Redragon Hylas (H260) Gaming Headset Review:

• Part 1 [Jan 18th, 2023]

• Part 2 (Final) [Jan 18th, 2023]

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @alexander1301, @paektu

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triflesandtea · 2 years

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About time I asked this LOL. What is your FAVORITE Sherlock adaptation, and what is one case you have solved (IRL) yourself?

This lovely question was brought to you by @inkinary.

(I also just now discovered that I can change fonts and text color. That is so cool.

Thank you so much for your questions, by the way!!!)

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"What is your favorite Holmes adaptation?"

Sooo, that question is quite hard considering that there are so many good versions/adaptations of the Holmes stories and they're all different. I do admit I am partial to the recent movies featuring Robert Downey, Jr. simply because they are unique stories but still keep the accuracy of the time period (they even consulted actual Sherlockian experts o.o). They're not perfect, but they're great. Also, Downey's performance showcases the eccentricities that not many actors show when they portray Holmes on screen.

Jeremy Brett comes as second simply because his performance in the first season is really, really good in my opinion. The actor's health got worse in the second season, though, and his performance seemed to diminish in believability (is that a word? I think so), so I can't force myself to watch any more of the Granada show right now. 😬😅

But... I think we all are aware of the very obvious fact that the original literary Canon is the best of them all. 😌

"What is one case you have solved (IRL) yourself?"

Hmmm. That is an excellent question, and I'm afraid I don't have nearly as excellent an answer. 😅 I suppose don't get many opportunities to "solve cases" in real life—that's quite sad, come to think of it—but I think I'm always figuring things out. :P

OH, and I wrote a case and solved it through my main character; does that count? 😏😆

That was long.

THANKS SO MUCH for your questions!!! ^-^

#my first question #yayyy #THANK YOU EMBARGO #go follow @inkinary #;)#it's funny that they let you do practically any form of punctuation save commas #I suppose it makes sense...#well... see ya #I shall insert some random tags now :)#sherlock holmes #sherlockian #holmes #watson

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Thought About "Through The Looking Glass Ruins" from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who most certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck! I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

When Disney announced episode titles/synopsis for the new season (On a day that left my head SPINNING!), there was one episode that I knew deep down that would cause controversy and discourse amongst the fandom. And that episode was "Through the Looking Glass Ruins." Not because it would be bad, far from it. Instead, because the episode was a Gus episode with a Lumity subplot, that meant that discourse would start as fans decide which story they prefer more. A situation that, might I add, would result in no winners.

Do you prefer the Lumity plotline? Well, guess what! You're a racist who chose to talk about an overrated ship rather than a heavily underrated character who just so happens to be a person of color.

Do you prefer Gus' plotline? Well, guess what! You're a homophobe who decided to shine a light on a character who's underrated for a reason instead of praising a ship that just so happens to involve two girls.

Either side you pick is going to result in making people mad. The only way to avoid that is by explaining in heavy detail that you still enjoyed one side despite preferring the other. Even if you loved both, you'll most certainly have to explain to everyone that you mean it and that you're neither racist nor homophobic. And all I have to say is this: F that.

F that S in the A right now.

Because I, or anybody else for that matter, shouldn't have to explain myself when it comes to saying why I prefer one plot line or the other. I shouldn't have to prevent getting ripped apart by some bulls**t, black and white mentality of people who can't accept that others like a show for different reasons than they do.

You wanna know what I think about "Through the Looking Glass Ruins?" Well, continue reading to find out. You'll have to make your way through spoilers, but it's the only way for you to learn why I consider this episode not worth any discourse that I'm already certain is cropping up.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

The Opening Scene: I'm kind of digging how snappy and to the point these opening scenes are getting. In the span of what has to be less than a minute, we're given all the information we need to know: Gus is insecure about his illusion magic because he accidentally got Willow injured. It's a great way of setting up why Gus wants to prove himself to the Glandus students and a great way of showing how much Willow's friendship means to him. Look at how he's reacting a few days after the incident. He's still mopey and guilty about it, and I feel bad for the little guy.

Gus in General: And while we're already talking about him, let's give this episode a round of applause for giving Gus the spotlight without having him screw over his friends...except for Willow.

"Through the Looking Glass Ruins" really fleshes Gus out much more so than past episodes. As I said, it plays heavily into his own insecurities while proving how he's capable as an illusionist. He's also the best possible outlet to explore more about what illusionist magic can really do. It can't hurt anybody or work well in a fight. Instead, its strengths lie in the act of convincingly tricking others into thinking that something that should be fake is actually real. And Gus got to prove he really is a super witch because of his illusions through a jaw-dropping scene that's as dark as it was enthralling. The fact that he did it all by himself, without the help of an illusion elder who was right there, is honestly even more impressive. A lot of people aren't that interested in Gus as a character, but I feel like, after this episode, he certainly won a few more fans over.

Willow Getting Injured and Missing the Episode: This is a smart move, in my opinion. Willow acts as the voice of reason in the friend group, so if she tagged along with Luz and Gus right away, she would have easily talked Gus out of joining the Glandus kids on a dangerous quest. I love Willow, she's a solid character, but writing her out is really the only way the plot could have progressed.

(I also love that she wasn't mad in the slightest over Gus getting her hurt. She has every right to be, but she also understands that it was an accident, and Gus wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt her. And that's sweet!)

King’s Prerecorded Message for Gus: That's just adorable. We need more cute friendship moments between these two, DAMN IT!

Gus Being Sick of Luz’s S**t: Of all the characters I expected to get sick of the whole Lumity situation, Gus wasn't really one of them. I'd always thought it'd be Willow, primarily because the rest of the fandom latched onto that idea, but for Gus, I'd figured he'd be more supportive rather than annoyed. That being said, seeing him call Luz out for borrowing his library card to see Amity (Not ask her out. Just to see her) is not only a hilarious moment for Gus but also an adorable moment for Luz. It's something I would never have seen coming, but now that I have it, I want more. GIVE ME MORE!

(Sorry if I'm being a little intense)

Luz Trying to Cheer Up Gus: It's moments like this that prove why Luz is my favorite character.

Willow might have the most common sense out of the group, but it's Luz who still has the biggest heart. She knows her friend is down in the dumps, so Luz pulls out all the stops in cheering him up. Whether it's researching the first-ever human (really surprised he wasn't the tiniest bit excited about that, by the way) and lending him glyphs for his mission to help show up Mattholomule. She may be slow in the romantic relationship department, but episodes like this prove that she excels with a platonic friendship.

Bria: I consider Amar adorably optimistic, and I have no strong feelings for Gavin, one or the other. But with Bria? Holy hell, did the writers do everything they should with her!

At first, it seems like she'll be a generic nice girl for Gus to have a crush on. Only for that writing to be a perfect twist into how she's kind of the worst. You see hints of her true personality in the overly sweet way she threatens to force Amar to eat a bug he gets distracted by. A viewer's initial reaction to that would be to think that while she's sweet, she still means business. But no, it's actually a perfect way to reveal her true intentions while hiding them at the same time. Bria may be rotten to the core, but with how perfectly executed this twist was, I can't help but adore her contribution.

Mattholomule: ...I would sooner expect to have gone insane before believing that this little s**t weasel would make his way onto my good side. Despite that, here we are in episode five of the new season, and I like Mattholomule now.

The reveal that Glandus High forces students to believe that the strong survive and the weak are inferior explains so much for Mattholomule's thirst for power in "Something Ventured, Someone Framed." It doesn't excuse his actions, not by a long shot, but it definitely paints a clearer picture. It also explains his treatment of Gus, as well as Mattholomule's reasoning to help him. Because of Glandus High inserting a "the strong survive" mentality into Mattholomule, he belittles Gus due to thinking that illusion magic makes Gus weak. But after seeing how they're both stooges to Bria's mistreatment, he's quick to apologize and willingly helps Gus out. In the process, the two of them create a believable and cute friendship...a friendship that is absolutely going to be interpreted as something else by the fandom...which is something that I'm more than supportive of--HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! I WENT FROM ONE OF THE BIGGEST GUSTOLOMULE DENIERS TO ONE OF ITS SUPPORTERS IN LESS THAN A DAY! HOW DO THESE WRITERS MANAGE TO TAKE ELEMENTS THAT WERE ONCE ON MY S**T LIST TO THEN MAKING ME MORE THAN OK WITH THEM!

IT'S INSANE!

Mostly impressive.

BUT ALSO INSANE!

Edric and Emira: More so than ever, I am so happy that the writers took their course correction with Edric and Emira. These two work so much better as supporting characters rather than minor antagonists like several fans thought they would be after their treatment of Amity in "Lost in Language." They're quick to pick up on Luz and Amity's mutual affections for one another and do their part to help their friend and baby sister out. It's wholesome to watch, and, you know what, I'm gonna go ahead and say it: Edric and Emira Blight are much better mischievous twin characters than Fred and George Weasley. As much as I adore Fred and George, there is an issue how they're always referred to as Fred and George, not Fred or George. It's because their personalities are as identical as they are, so separating them is pointless. With Edric and Emira, they have enough individuality that you could enjoy them separately as much as you could seeing them together. Emira is more emotionally supportive in how she listens to Amity vent her frustrations about her feelings, while Edric is more of a doofus who can't take a hint to save his life. It creates a great set of characters who can potentially work well on their own. I hope they get explored more at some point, but for now, I'm happy with the cute moments these two offered already.

Lumity Moments: BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, nothing compares to the cuteness of these two.

I don't care if I'll be called a racist for it because these! Moments! These moments are the highlights of "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" for me! Seeing these two interact in this episode, now that the pining is mutual, was everything I could have ever hoped for, and so much more. Seriously, how can you complain about anything about all of this when you get cute bits like:

Luz getting flustered of seeing Amity with her hair down

Amity risking her job to help Luz

Amity being motivated to find the diary due to the possibility of a date with Luz in the human realm

Luz going through hell and back to get Amity her job back

All of the blushing

And that F**KING KISS AT THE END HOLY SH--Don't you dare think I'm not going to further discuss that. DON'T YOU DARE!

Gus' story was entertaining with how it surprised me in all the right ways, don't get me wrong. But seeing Luz and Amity's relationship develop more and more always fills my heart with glee that, believe it or not, I'm always going to remember it more. I love you, Gus, but I love Lumity more.

Philip Whittabeen: So we finally have a name to the alleged human who was here years ago, and we get properly introduced to him through a really visually appealing animation change. I'm personally curious to see where the writers go with him, but it's too early to say if his inclusion will be worth something. But I will say one thing, though. One thing, and then I'm going to move on.

Here it is:

Philip sounds eerily similar to Emperor Belos to me.

That is all I'm going to say about that.

Luz’s Sentences in Spanish: I want to give a personal shout-out to mi buen amigo @l-egionaire for pointing this out because there are some things to analyze in what Luz says in Spanish in this episode. Knowing what she means, it's clear that they are ideals that Camila instilled into Luz. Ideals that possibly show a lot about Camila's personality on top of revealing where Luz got her hopeful optimism and sense of determination. It's the second sentence that Luz says later on that I really want to delve deep into:

"Nada funcionará a menos que lo haga funcionar."

Translated, that means "Nothing will work unless you make it work." Again, this proves the dedication that Luz has filled into her soul, but to me, it says a lot about Luz's dedication to Amity. She wants to make this relationship work but fully understands that it won't unless she puts in the effort. It's a sweet sentiment that says so much about how Luz feels about Amity that some fans might not be able to pick up on if they don't speak Spanish. Or, in my case, have a good friend who finds the translation for you (thanks again @l-egionaire).

The Galderstones: Pretty interesting concept, I'm not going to lie. It's also interesting that of all the types of witches in the Boiling Isles, it was illusionists who were the ones that guard over the Galderstones. Because illusion magic can't really harm anyone, it makes a weird type of sense that they would be the ones to keep the Galderstones out of the wrong hands. And, even better, it showcases Gus' strength as an illusionist when he was able to take down Bria, who was hopped up on Galderstone power, through that same "harmless" magic. It just goes to show that if you have a big enough brain, you don't need to overpower somebody. You need to outthink them.

Malphus Being a Surprisingly Cool Dude: What can I say? I'm a sucker for expectation subversion.

Luz and Amity Crying: First of all, a HUGE round of applause to VAs Sarah-Nicole Robles and Mae Whitman through their vocal performances in this scene! They really sold how upset and broken apart Luz and Amity were due to their feelings for each other messing things up. More so with Sarah-Nicole.

Second, this might be the closest these two have gotten to a confession so far ("so far" being the keyword). I specifically latch onto Amity's expression after hearing Luz agree that she's always weird around Amity. In one way, it looks like Amity is surprised to see she made Luz cry, but in another, it could be that she realizes that perhaps that Luz has feelings for her as well. Or, at least, that's how I interpreted things. The thing about art is that there's no one interpretation to agree on. And that's what this scene is: Art. It's performed, written, and animated well, that no matter how you look at it, it's a masterpiece.

“I’ll call the hounds”: One line. One line was all it took for me to love the Keeper of the Looking Glass Graveyard.

Amity Dyes her Hair: I always assumed that Amity would let her original hair color grow out as defiance to Odalia. But dying it lavender? Thus crafting her own identity without having her be compared to either Odalia or Alador?

...yeah, that's brilliant. Whoever thought of that, you are a genius and deserve all of the credit that comes from it.

ALL of the credit.

Amity Kisses Luz on the Cheek!: I'll save my "Wha-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo" for an actual kiss, but for now, THIS IS AWESOME!

This moment, much like other Lumity moments, was everything I could have ever expected and so much more:

Amity's instant panic after realizing she seriously just did that

Ed and Em looking fondly at their sister taking such a big step

The look on Luz's face, which may or may not hint that she realizes that the feelings are more than mutual

And the fact that Luz's legs give out soon after Amity leaves

It was adorable as all forms of hell, and it was a perfect way to end such a perfect episode...or, at least, an almost perfect episode. I do have some issues.

WHAT I DISLIKED

Mattholomule Helping Gus too Easily: The Glandus kids were right there, in-ear and eye-shot, yet did nothing as Mattholomule effortlessly helped Gus and the Keeper escape...how?

Gavin falling for Gus’ Illusion: I want to laugh at how stupidly easy that was...but it's too stupidly easy for me to forgive.

And that’s about it. Just two nitpicks that don’t really take away that much enjoyment from the episode

IN CONCLUSION

"Through the Looking Glass Ruins" keeps Season Two's winning streak going by being another solid A. It fleshes out characters, develops cute relationships, and keeps the story going despite being so character-driven. It's easily more than worth the time...but it's not worth any discourse that comes from some fans preferring one plot over the other.

I highly doubt that some people are racist for loving the Lumity plotline or homophobic for loving Gus'. Maybe some people are, but also consider that maybe, just maybe, a person loves a ship because it's their favorite, or a person likes a character cause he's their favorite.

Which.

Is.

Fine.

There's no definitive way to like a series, and demanding that people like it for the same reasons you do is not worth anything. Because, believe it or not, even Dana Terrace doesn't care how people love her show. In the AMA she did, when a fan asked if she's upset about fans obsessing over Amity's crush on Luz, this is her word for word reaction:

"Not at all! No, the main focus of the series will never be on any romantic thread but that doesn't mean those threads aren't important. And I'm thrilled that people connect to our characters!"

THERE YOU HAVE IT! The creator herself fully admits that she doesn't care what fans latch onto. She's just glad to have people who like the show in the first place! So don't create discourse just because some people enjoy a part of an episode more than others. The second you get that through your heads, the sooner we can all move on with our lives.

(Also, that's five episodes in a row that are hits. And, man, is that stinker going to hit harder because of it.)

#the owl house #the owl house season two #the owl house reviews #gus porter #mattolomule #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #edric and emira #edric blight #emira blight #what i thought about

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sweetdreamsofgelato · 2 years

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Tumblr Writers Q&A

Thanks for the tag @fiery-empath! 🥰 This was a lovely tag to help me procrastinate, LOL.

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

Zero.

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Three mainly: In the Pursuit of Happiness, Midsummer Misadventures, and a one-shot I shall post soon titled Unexpected Visitor.

I also have another multi-chapter I am fleshing out with Henry and an OFC, but it is very long off from being posted, and there's an angsty one-shot that I've mostly written. It's for Henry, but now I am thinking it is probably better suited for Walter, so I am tweaking it but not prioritising it.

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both, though it takes me quite a bit of time to get to requests unless they are just short drabbles or HCs.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I've got three in my inbox at the moment. Two have been in there for a shamefully long time, to be honest. 😬 (I am so sorry)

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Right now I only write for Henry Cavill and his characters (though I've only just done RPF. If I ever get a proper handle on my writing schedule then perhaps I'll expand that).

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

I used to write in the HP fandom many many years ago.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

As it stands, I've only done reader insert, but I'm not opposed to writing for ships as long as it's a ship I enjoy.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

Is Henry Cavill not niche? 😂

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

I love love LOVE reading fics and I honestly don't read as much as I'd like. I've got a TBR list three miles long.

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Mostly romantic comedy, sometimes with a dash of angst. I do write smut as well but I wouldn't say it's a favourite. I want to improve my world-building and drama/action writing though.

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

Enemies/Rivals to lovers. Nothing will ever top it.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

A lot of it comes from just needing a creative outlet or wanting to read a certain thing and not being able to find a fic that hits the spot so I write my own. Mostly it's a product of ADHD-induced hyperfocus, which is in part why my updates are so random (the rest is due to real-life responsibilities).

I always find that if I am struggling with untangling my ideas, if I take some time to read (especially some of my favourites), that usually gets the creative juices flowing. I definitely write much better and am more motivated when I'm reading regularly.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

Fantasy and sci-fi. I desperately want to like to write both because they are by far my favourite genres to read, however, I feel I'm rather shit at world building. Perhaps that will change one day.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Not particularly.

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I began my writing journey in primary school, and then got into fandom writing back at the end of the 90s/early 00s when online fandoms really started to boom. I was most heavily involved from university onward, but I've only just started posting fics consistently (? lol), in the past couple years.

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

Not really, simply because I started writing so young, but I've been reading fanfiction for almost 25 years. Why yes, I feel especially old.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I post on my Tumblr and my A03, so if you see my work anywhere else, it shouldn't be there.

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

I'm probably the worst person to ask this question because my word counts are absolutely out of control, but I would say (personally) a drabble is anywhere between 1-2K, a one-shot is 2-4K, and fics are multi-chapter and as long as the writer wants.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

It's entirely dependent upon my mood. I don't write many HCs or drabbles, but not because I dislike them. Sometimes I get stuck with an idea that I just want to make into a short little something (typically a one-shot) and other times that short little something snowballs into a much longer something (the usual, in my case). I love to write multi-chapter stories because I can really flesh out characters and there are lots of lovely opportunities for fun dialogue. However, I have zero organisational skills so I feel I'm awful at maintaining momentum with them. Something I've learnt about myself is that in the future, I will have to finish my multi-chapters entirely before I post so I can maintain a schedule (which is extremely difficult for me because I am intensely impatient).

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

Not anything I've posted recently. There's a veritable graveyard of works in other fandoms that will never be resurrected. Haven't the time or the inclination.

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

Personally, I don't have so many gripes. Mostly the risk of stories being plagiarised but that can happen on any platform.

I will say that it's a shame so many writers are subject to abuse or hate (especially of the anon variety). I've thankfully never received any, but so many of my mutuals and people I follow have, and that's just awful and pushes so many talented writers away from fandom.

I'm a big fan of Pedro Pascal and The Mandalorian (and Star Wars in general), but I've refrained from writing within the fandoms because there is a hell of a lot of toxicity and nastiness directed at writers.

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

Usually off and on during my day when I've got time unless I'm in a hyperfocused episode and then I write until I can write no longer. It's not healthy and I do not recommend it.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write or do you need silence?

Spotify is always playing in the background of my life. I cannot focus on anything without music.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I have zero patience and cannot sit on a story long if I'm excited about it. This is partially why I don't run my work through a beta. I'm also horribly inconsistent and can't keep a schedule to save my life if I'm writing on the fly. ��🏻‍♀️ Ya get whatcha get when ya get it.

#sweetdreamsofgelato answers #sweetdreamsofgelato writes #sweetdreamsofgelato personal

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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Self insert oc: Alexander Vodka

AKA: Eis Cay'zar

Author of fate

A writer from Schneznaya who was driven from his home for his anti-Tsaritsa paper.

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Physical description:

A chubby fellow in a 1950's style noir trenchcoat and hat, some would even say he looks like he jumped right out of a noir comic book and into reality. He has brown hair and green eyes, a cowboy mustache, and a pointed beard like some kind of comic book supervillain genius.

He often acts confidently and even a bit egotistical when in places he's recognized and famous in, however in newer places he often seems distant and shys away from almost all contact.

Noone knows where his vision is, but they know he has one because of the cold aura that surrounds him.

At night he'll often trade his outfit for one more reminiscent of demons or vampires.

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Abilities:

Weapon type: Catalyst

Basic attack-truth: uses his catalyst to shoot a short burst of up to 3 ice shards, can attack in fast succession.

"Truth hurts, especially in bursts"

Charged attack-Bifrost: Alexander quickly makes an ice clone behind the enemy and fires 6 shots, this can increase to 3 clones if charged enough(times: 1 for 1 second, 2 for 2 seconds, and 3 for 2.5 seconds)

"I hate crowds, best company has always been myself"

Elemental ability-ice wall: creates an aura of sheer cold around himself that will damage enemies the more they stay in it, and apply the normal sheer cold to them. Does not affect party.

"My therapist said I put up walls because of trauma, but I couldn't hear them through the wall I had just built"

Elemental burst-a story to be told: Alexander takes out his book and opens to a random page, then randomly summons ice sculptures of one of 8 beings:

"Aster": this summon looks like the flatwoods monster, it surrounds the party in a swirl of ice blades that deal 2X damage as the character for 10 seconds.

"Who needs brawn, when you got brain"

"Ultimate foe": a demonic, pointy being of shadow. Will independently deal 25000 damage to three random foes.

"Meet my penultimate friend"

"Beethoven": a sculpture reminiscent of a ww1 zombie general, calls down a barrage of ice bombs that deal 5000 damage to enemies hit for 7 seconds.

"Good scifi doesn't predict, it prevents"

"Sorrows Joy": an angelic, faceless, robot like humanoid that spawns 25 angel shaped traps that freeze enemies around the character.

"With any luck, you're the only real one I've made"

"Death rider and the magic prince": two statues, one of a mummy like Schneznayan mystic of ancient barbarian times and the other an elven cavalry knight from the myths of mondstadt. The knight gives the party a 45% boost to speed and attack while moving, and the Schneznayan gives +10% damage bonus to elemental skills and +55% damage bonus to Catalyst.

"Feel the wrath of honor long passed"

"Zero point and Lion queen": a knightly man of spiked armor and a golden ottoman warrior woman whose golden chain completely obscures her head. Your enemies become inflicted with pyro and you are surrounded by thorn bushes that deal continuous damage of 1000 for 10 seconds.

"Walk down the way on a moonlit day"

The traveler: a child in a red straight jacket, his binds become undone after 4 seconds at which point all enemies take 10,000 X Alexander's level of damage.

"I uh,wont have to pay any copyrights will I?"

"Giota": a child in pyjamas who looks ready to sleep, this summon is very rare. It fully restores all party members and gives a 200% boost to both defense and damage of your characters.

"This fella's been with me since I was a kid"

"If it is a soldier's duty to escape the confines of a prison, is it not every person's duty to escape reality if even for a moment? A wise man said that, pray that I may one day be like him."

Passive-part the wasteland: Alexander is immune to sheer elements, and Grant's 50% resistance when in the party to all members.

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Story

Abandoning a dream

As a kid, Alexander was always put down when he said he wanted to write fiction, "there's no money in it" they all said.

He couldn't get into any art schools without support so he focused his mind elsewhere, a place he could hopefully use his writing to do just as much good: the first newspaper in Schneznaya.

Horrible truth

He didn't start as a trouble maker, but the more he sought out the truth the more he couldn't stand back and watch. He published numerous papers about the Tsarista's wrongdoings and the crimes of the fatui, how they would harass merchants in other nations, the unfair taxes many shipping businesses had to keep quiet about, all the way up to the war crimes the Tsarista had done in direct contradiction to her own laws.

Sadly, not many believed him even with evidence, but some got his message.

Those who fight

One day Alexander was approached by a man who claimed to have formed a resistance against the fatui. Alexander had inspired many people to disrupt the organization, and have even begun working with those outside Schneznaya.

With their help he didn't just publish some crimes, he published them all, he even got information that turned the general public against the fatui even if just a little.

In a way h had achieved his dream of helping others with his writing, even if it wasn't how he wanted.

Stop the presses

When the Tsarista started her big move of taking gnosis, she brought the hammer down on dissent like a boulder on a ten year old's wrist. One day a squad of thirty fatui stormed Alexander's home and business to silence him, and while they shut down his business they couldn't catch him.

Alexander fled into the wastelands of ice and snow and wasn't seen for several weeks.

Deus ex Vodka

One day Alexander showed up in Inazuma, a nation that had been oppressed for some time now and had recently reached it's height, yet no resistance had formed.

That was until Alexander came along.

Alexander published numerous books, spreading them throughout Inazuma. All of them spoke of freedom, of bravery, of rising up to achieve your ambitions.

And with those stories he inspired countless to take up arms, and in turn inspired countless to join the resistance.

And with mere fiction he had brought about hope,

And with mere fiction he shall do it again, in every form, and in every nation.

Vision: cold hearted

While wondering the waste Alexander fell down and looked to the skies.

He did not ask celestia why, he did not grieve or blame that he did not do more, instead Alexander did something he hadn't done in a long time:

He imagined.

And after he imagined he took out his notebook and wrote. In the freezing cold for seventeen days he wrote stories of hope and freedom.

For seventeen days the cold did not so much as cause him to flinch as he wrote tales of bravery.

For seventeen days Alexander Vodka lived how he wanted to live.

And at the end, he lied down to die.

Then a light shown, and when he opened his eyes to look he saw that the storm parted around him, and in his hand was an ice blue gem.

But Alexander was too paranoid from years of abuse from his peers as a child to wear it loosely, and far to extra to just get a lock. So instead Alexander shouted to celestia "if I shall have this Vision for my art, then it shall not kill me no matter what I do!"

He then shoved the vision into his heart and fell down.

Before he could bleed out however, a woman appeared.

"Hey Tsari, how ya doin." Alexander said as blood poured out his mouth.

"You dramatic fool," the Tsarista sighed as she put a hand on his chest, "you have my element, do you know how bad it'll look for me if you die by shoving your vision into your heart?"

"Why do you care? We hate eachother, in case you forgot."

The archon sighed, "you're just rebelling against what you see as unjust, just as I am. To be honest I feel a sort of rivalry with you, so it'd be a shame if you just died. Also," she painfully shoved the vision all the way in, painfully, "if your going to die it better be because of me, got it?"

Then Alexander sat up, and the god was gone. Along with the hole in his chest.

"Rival of a god eh?" He sat up, putting his gat back on his head, "I like the sound of that."

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How is this an insert?

Well his story can't be the exact same as mine, so I took my life and goals and made predictions, then fictionalized those predictions and expanded.

His appearance is pretty close to how I'll likely look based on my current appearance, and his dramatic attitude is exactly how I wanna act.

Him being shy in new places with strangers is me exactly as I am now really, however I do believe I'd act confidently if I were famous so he does as well.

Him being Catalyst is because I'm not athletic at all, and I figured a dps Catalyst would be cool. His main ability and resistance/immunity to sheer cold is based on how I wrap up in warm blankets when it's cold, and his ultimate is made up of characters I've made.

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Tagging: @genshin-obsessed, @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled, and @love-psxlm

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oc

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thehollowprince · 3 years

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At least elu or sobbe fans are not "curious" to know how eliott and the boys he had would have played out. Martino and Niccolò are beautiful together. In my opinion they have everything a couple should have :softness, passion, playfulness, cuteness... And yall still think about his past 🤦‍♀️

You know what's really funny about this? I mean, aside from someone being so bored on a Friday night that they're in random people's inboxes in some vain attempt to cause problems. No, what's really funny is that I reblogged that post from someone else, meaning it wouldn't show up in the tags. That means you deliberately went searching for it, ans then stupidly try to act "surprised", as if we all don't know how this website works at this point.

But I've made time, so let's get into this, shall we?

The only thing Elu and Sobbe fans truly seemed to care about is Elu and Sobbe themselves. Not the individual characters themselves and what they went through or the journeys they took, but the whole, in a relationship part, and only when they were cutesy and in lurve. If there was any kind of drama (which, come on, this is Skam) the fandom chose Eliott's and Sander's sides in almost every instance.

Which, of course, brings us to one of the cornerstones of fandom in general. Fandom loves their broken white boys. So much so that they'll often ignore anything that doesn't have to do with how broken they are, because it triggers some kind of uwu fantasy where YOU would know how to treat him, and YOU would make him feel loved. That's why the Skam fandom was always so hyperfixated on the Even character, because that was the half of the pair that was into girls. And for a fandom made up predominantly by women, that was perfect. The Isak character became a self-insert for them to live out their fantasy of mending their broken boy, without actually having to interact with anyone who had a MI.

That's another reason why most of you hated Marti and Nico so much, because Marti was taller than Nico, and it ruined the binary, big-small, top-bottom stereotype. But let's not get into that right now.

This fandom never cared about Robbe or Lucas, except in how for how they made Sander and Eliott feel. There was nothing but scorn and mocking whenever Robbe or Lucas did anything to try and be "more straight". A vast majority in the fandoms didn't care about them dealing with their internalized homophobia, they just wanted them to skip to the happy gay shit so they could watch two boys kiss. That was incredibly apparent with WTFOCK, because they didn't follow the normal timeline of events, and all I saw for three weeks was "where is Bel!Even?" Over and over and over again. Almost like, you didn't really care about Robbe or what he was going through. It got worse the further along it went, like when Robbe snapped at Sander and y'all immediately started talking about having Sander be with Lucas VDH instead.

People like you didn't care then, so I find it incredibly hard to believe that you suddenly care about Martino now. Why does it bug you that we're interested in Marti and Nico passed their relationship with eachother? Is it because both Marti and Nico got development on their own? That they had things going on aside from Marti's love fixing Nico's BPD? That we actually got to learn that Nico had a whole life before he transfered to Marti's school? What is it? And while you're at it, show me where any of us said we wanted Marti and Nico to break up? Show me.

#lool everyone #an asshole anon from a different fandom #nicotino #martino x niccolò #martino rametta #niccolò fares #luai marrash #skam italia #skamit

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chirons-tail-curlers · 2 years

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I posted 363 times in 2021

167 posts created (46%)

196 posts reblogged (54%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.2 posts.

I added 375 tags in 2021

#percy jackson - 71 posts

#heroes of olympus - 50 posts

#pjo - 47 posts

#percy jackson and the olympians - 40 posts

#hoo - 37 posts

#trials of apollo - 33 posts

#mars<33 - 27 posts

#annabeth chase - 24 posts

#toa - 23 posts

#leo valdez - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#honestly i use the term bi but i might start using unlabelled cause i honestly have no clue what’s going on there lmao

My Top Posts in 2021

okay so leo and jason holding hands while flying

119 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 07:13:03 GMT

random but why do so many ship names involving leo sound beautiful? like valgrace? i don’t know him but i’d die for him. and even with less popular ships like valdangelo? i would KILL to have a name that beautiful. and then i saw someone tag a valdangelo post as ghostfire and⁉️ UGH IM IN LOVE. AND PERCY X LEO COULD BE SEAFIRE AND I COULD GO ON BUT THOSE are the best i can remember. if a ship is that poetic it’s an instant otp for me

145 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 05:46:46 GMT

currently reading trials of apollo (dark prophecy) and what a R A W F^CKING LINE ‘as long as gods shall live, so long shall i love you’ IS LIKE THATS SOME HOZIER SH!T RIGHT THERE

-page 148, trials of apollo: the dark prophecy

sang by lester/apollo and calypso and in the past by zeus and leto

177 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 08:41:23 GMT

yallll look at this beautiful art i stumbled across on google

credits @ikimaru (sorry for not finding you earlier)

226 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 00:07:36 GMT

Leo and Meg, holding plates with a single piece of bread on them: *dancing around the campfire* 🎶 Zeus sucks🎵 (dun dun dun dun dun)

Leo and Meg: 🎼Zeus is the woooorst! *dun dun dun dun dun*🎶

Jason and Lester, walking in on what’s about to be a brutal murder: what are you guys doing?

Meg: just wait! we’re so close!

Leo: HEY SKYDADDY! WHERED YOU LEARN TO PARENT? *insert sh!tty parenting reference*

Meg: nononononono, that’s not gonna get his attention

Meg: AYO!! BIG DADDY LIGHTNING BOLT!! GET YOUR DUMBASS DOWN HERE WE NEED TO TALK!

*cue thunder rumbling*

Leo: now?

Meg: now.

*both hold out plates of bread in their places*

*lightning strikes*

Meg and Leo: and that’s how you make toast without a toaster😌✌️

Lester: i-what did we just witness?

Percy, in the distance: DID IT WORK?!

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

omggg this is so cool

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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queenismyprimejive · 4 years

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This storm too shall pass – 80s! Roger Taylor x Fem! Reader – Part 3

Synopsis: After a huge fight with Roger, reader contemplates whether her relationship with Roger has any success at all. For her sake it has to, because the secret she’s been keeping from him will surely change the future for both of them. Luckily, Freddie is there to bring some calm after the storm.

W/C: 2,549 words

Perspective: You-perspective, reader-insert, use of Y/N. I plan on putting this in each of my future fics, just because I tend to switch between the two perspectives in writing.

Warnings: Nothing really serious. Some swearwords mentions of implied miscarriage, pregnancy and birth. Overall fluff, drama, angst, the usual.

A/N: None.

Tagging:

@joeneslee

@hodgepodge-of-rog

@ceres27

@queen-paladin

@march-of-all-queens

@jennyggggrrr

@rhapsodyrecs

Part 1

Part 2

Roger looked at you with wide eyes, stunned in silence.

“Pregnant? Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes as you caught yourself having a flashback to the night before, when Freddie had asked you the exact same question.

You swallowed as you looked up at him. You still weren’t sure how he was going to react, so you had to choose your words carefully.

You nodded silently, “yes Roger I’m sure, Freddie and Jim took me to the doctor’s this morning.”

Roger looked at you with a set jaw and you knew he was about to lash out, but you couldn’t begin to ask yourself why. If anyone were supposed to be angry it would be you.

“So how come Freddie got to know before I did?”, he asked between clenched teeth.

You were quickly becoming agitated with him. “As I recall, you were the one who started the fight, you were the one to storm out, apparently to some random club from which Brian and John had to drag you out, drunk of your ass and high on god knows what so yeah, Freddie was the first one I thought of to call. Can you blame me? And by the way, I’m glad I did, for he had a much better reaction to it thank you are having right now”.

You swallowed again, trying to will away the tears of frustration that were burning in your eyes. You were desperately hoping what Freddie said last night was right.

Roger ran a hand through his already unruly locks, something he did when he was feeling frustrated or uncomfortable, and started pacing through the living room.

“Well can you blame me for reaction like this YN? It’s not exactly light news you’re springing on me right now, how could this have happened anyways?”

“I think you of all people should know how babies are made Roger”, you contorted angrily, “two people are needed to make a baby you know.”

“Fuck, I know that too Y/N”, he said angrily, “but why now? You know we’re planning a European tour, having a baby thrown into the mix is not exactly convenient”.

“Do you think I don’t know that Rog? Do you think I fucking planned all this? Everything I’ve ever done, was for you, for you to have a career. But one way or another, I’m going to keep this baby, I’m not giving it up”.

The tears that you so desperately tried to hold back were not rolling down your cheeks, dripping on your lap. Of all the scenarios you had conjured up for this moment, this one right now didn’t come to mind.

Roger looked at you from where he was standing near the window, chest heaving. Neither of you knew how to continue from here.

“Roger….”, you started but he stopped you before you could say anything else.

“I’m scared Y/N”, he started, “scared of what happens next, scared that I cannot live up to be the father you want me to be, I mean, I never really had a great role model to begin with”.

His father was a topic he rarely talked about or wanted to talk about even, but what little you knew of him, you knew there wasn’t a lot of good.

“You think I’m not scared Rog, I’m bloody terrified, of everything. I’m scared of the future, how to raise this baby…I’m scared of us”.

As Roger turned around, you too could see the tears that were glistening in his eyes. He slowly sat back down on the couch and took your hands in his”.

“I don’t intend to break up with you Y/N, ever. It’s just…. my dad he… he wasn’t good to us, me, my mom, my sister, and I’m scared that if I look like him even a little I’d….”.

“Rog…. look at me”, you spoke softly, “you are not your father, you are your own person, and what he did to you was wrong, but this is the chance to get away from all that, to do better, as a father, as a person. Give this baby everything your father couldn’t and wouldn’t give you”.

You wiped a few stray tears away from his cheek. “The question is, are you ready for all that?”

Roger looked at you, smiling softly and then slowly nodded.

“I am Y/N, I’m so sorry love, I’ve been such a dick to you lately, can you forgive me?”

You grasped his hand in yours and pressed a small kiss to the back of his hand. “Of course, I am Rog, and I’m sorry too, should’ve told you what was on my mind sooner”.

He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about Y/N, but I promise that from now on I will step up my game, as your partner, and as a father”.

As he said that he placed his hand on your still flat stomach. That small gesture was all the confirmation you needed that he was going to be there for you and your baby.

“I love you so much Y/N”, he said, his voice sounded strained.

“Love you too Rog”, you whispered as you slowly pressed your lips against his.

Everything was going to be fine from now on.

“Darling you are positively glowing”, Freddie exclaimed as you waltzed into the studio, Roger following close behind you.

“Fred that’s very sweet of you but I look like a bloated whale”, you said as you lowered yourself down onto the studio couch with a sigh.

“Can you believe it? 5 months pregnant and still looking as gorgeous as ever”, Roger smiled as he lovingly pecked your cheek.

“Rog you’re so full of shit sometimes”, you said quasi-annoyed yet amused, “you’re my boyfriend, you’re supposed to say that.”

“Rough night?”, Brian asked as you rubbed your aching belly.

“You have no idea”, you sighed, “the baby wouldn’t stop moving all night”.

“Taking after its father I presume?”, Brian replied.

“Oh, shut it”, Roger grumbled but knowing Roger he didn’t really mean it like that.

“Babe are you gonna be ok here while I record my drum bits?”, Roger asked as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Of course, Rog, I’ll be fine, I’ve got the guys to keep me company.

As Roger disappeared into the recording area you tried to shift around on the couch, but no matter how much you shifted around, you couldn’t find a position that was comfortable enough. Ever since you got up this morning you felt that something was off, that something bad was about to happen yet you didn’t know what it was.

Luckily, the deep tones of Roger’s drums somewhat kept your mind at ease.

You were tapping to the beat of Roger’s bass drum, losing yourself in the music as a short pang of pain in your lower belly caught you of guard.

“Fuck”, you hissed softly.

“Y/N are you ok?”, John asked softly as he looked up from whatever he was working on.

“I’m not sure….””, you trailed off, but you couldn’t finish your sentence as another pang followed, this one much more intense than the first one. You hissed again and pressed your hand against the sore spot. This time you had alerted the other guys in the room as well.

At the following pang you doubled over in pain and you couldn’t help but to let a few tears escape your eyes. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Y/N… you’re bleeding”, Brian said suddenly and as you looked down in horror you saw he was right. Blood seeped through your pants onto the couch and the floor at an alarming rate and fear clasped your heart at the thought of losing your baby.

“Y/N…”, Brian trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

“Please….”, you brought out, “get Roger…..something’s wrong”.

As Brian ran out of the room to fetch Roger, Freddie sat down next to you, rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down.

“Don’t worry Y/N”, Freddie started, “John is calling an ambulance as we speak, help is on it’s way and then everything is going to be ok, you’ll see”.

Even though Freddie was doing his utmost best to comfort you it was to no avail. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably, your breath was heaving and with every stab of pain you felt more blood drip down your legs.

The door swung open and you looked up to seen an out-of-breath Roger, followed closely by Brian. He looked down at the ever growing pool of blood in horror and then up at you. Freddie moved away from his place on the couch to make room for Roger, who immediately grasped your hand, causing you to look up at him.

“Baby what’s going on, what’s wrong with the baby, why is there so much blood, why is…”.

You tried to catch your breath, but you were way past the panic stage right now. “Rog...I…..I don’t know…I….it hurts…it hurts so bad… and there’s so much blood…..”, you cried.

“I know love I know, I wish I could do something to make it better, but an ambulance is on its way to help you and our baby, it’s going to be ok I promise”.

As you looked up into his eyes you saw that his had tears in them as well. And you knew he could feel your pain.

You pressed your head into his chest, his scent always helped to calm you down. It didn’t help however with the ever so persistent dizziness that was threatening to overtake you.

“Rog…. I don’t feel so good”, you brought out. He held your face in his hands as you tried to blink to clear the blurriness in front of you.

“Baby stay with me here”, Roger pleaded. Your ears were ringing as you tried to focus on the sound of his voice, but it was far away, as if he was speaking through a thick cloud.

“Baby please… stay awake ok? Stay with me, the ambulance will be here soon, I promise… It will be all right baby ok? Just stay with me”

You tried to swallow but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you tried to speak. “Rog……the baby”, was all you managed to get out until everything before your eyes turned black.

If someone had told you 9 months ago that this would be the outcome today, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were tired, you were sore, but the overwhelming amount of love and happiness you felt looking down at your new-born daughter, made everything that had happened the past few months completely worthwhile.

“She’s so tiny”, Roger said in awe as he sat next to your hospital bed, softly stroking her head, and never taking his eyes off her.

You nodded with tears in your eyes. “Yes, she is”.

You had heard of the cliché that as soon as the baby was born, your motherly instinct would take over, that you would love and protect your child unconditionally. And as much has you hated that cliché; it was true.

“And as beautiful as her mom too”, Roger added and gasped as she grasped his finger in her tiny hand.

“Can you hold her for a little while Rog?”, you asked softly, “I need to go the bathroom really quick.

“Sure love”, he said as he carefully took her from you. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah don’t worry I’ll be back in a bit.”

As you came back from the bathroom, you saw Roger standing near the window, cradling your new-born daughter in his arms, completely oblivious of your return.

You watched them from the door opening for a while and all of the sudden you were hit with an overwhelming bout of love for both your daughter and the man that was holding her.

“I think this is the first time she’s been completely quietly”, you spoke softly as you crawled back into bed.

Roger smiled softly as he sat back down in the chair, trying not to juggle her too much in the process. “Well what can I say she needed her daddy”.

“Unbelievable”, you chuckled, “only a couple of hours old and already a daddy’s girl”.

Roger grinned as he looked down at his little girl in his arms, “well I can’t help it, it’s the Taylor magic”.

You watched him silently for a while, hearing him whisper sweet nothings to her, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“You’re going to be a good father Rog”, you said quietly as you softly touched his arm.

He looked up at you, all kinds of emotions written all over his face. “Thanks love”, he smiled but you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

“Are you going to be ok with everyone visiting this afternoon?”, Roger asked after a couple of minutes, “Fred’s been calling the ward for hours now, I think I almost regret giving him the number”.

You chuckled. “Yeah but not for too long, I’m still a bit tired”.

Roger nodded in agreement as he slowly handed her back to you. “I’ll give them all a call, I’ll be right back.

“Darling she’s absolutely gorgeous”, Freddie gushed at the tiny baby he was holding her o so carefully, as if he were scared he could harm her.

She had been passed around all the band members and their respective partners and was now laying soundly in Freddie’s arms, looking up at him with big eyes. You had talked with Roger about who would be the perfect godparents and now looking at Freddie, cooing at all the sounds your daughter was making, you knew you had made the right choice.

“Freddie, Jim, we have something very important to ask you”, you started.

Roger squeezed your hand reassuringly. Both Freddie and Jim perked up, waiting for what you were about to say.

You took a deep breath. “Would you two like to be her godfathers?”

“Oh, darling we would be honoured”, Freddie exclaimed and if you weren’t mistaken you could see a few tears gather in his eyes. “We will, won’t we Jim darling”, he asked as he looked up at his boyfriend, who nodded in confirmation and who too looked a little emotional.

“Do you hear that little one, I’m going to spoil you rotten”, he cooed at the little baby who was starting to get a little fussy in his arms, so Roger took her back from him in order to calm her down.

“Never could I have imagined Roger as a father”, Brian said in amusement as he watched Roger hush the little baby in his arms.

Roger stared at him in response, but you knew that right now he didn’t have it in him to be angry.

“I can”, you spoke softly as you lightly stroked Roger’s arm.

“So, does she have a name yet?”, Veronica asked curiously.

You looked up at Roger and he smiled and nodded, giving you the go-ahead.

“Her name will be Lily-Rose Taylor”, you announced proudly. You knew in your heart that that was the name that suited her best.

“Lily-Rose Taylor”, Roger whispered to the little girl sleeping soundly in his arms.

“Welcome to the family”.

#work in progress #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #80s roger taylor #angst #drama #freddie is a sugar aunt #don't fight me on this #roger is the perfect sweetheart as always #femke writes things

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Pure smut and some fluff. Please, don’t ask me how I came up with this. ;-)

Words: 3712 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: anal play, sex toys, exhibitionism (kind of), orgasm control/denial, forced orgasm

“Why am I carrying your bags?” Giggling inconspicuously, you turned around to face him, attempting hard not to let your obvious amusement show. Loki looked like your personal assistant, wearing his all black suit and dark sunglasses which you had bought him only half an hour ago since he had complained about squinting in the sun. Both his hands were occupied holding your new purchases.

Summer was coming up and you needed new bikinis, new dresses and new hotpants. The green and gold necklace you had bought for a ridiculous amount of money Loki had made you choose.

You did not regret taking him on a shopping spree. It was one of the many, simple and normal things in life that become unbelievably excited when it came to dating the God of Mischief. Needless to say, however, your shopping experience, became unlike any you ever had before.

Retailers would suddenly give you discounts, not daring to say no when you asked for specific items or sizes and at lunch, you received your food earlier than the guests who had ordered before you (even though the waiter had initially refused to serve you).

You had to admit, Loki had a good taste. He preferred seeing you in his colours, of course but it was him who had chosen the bright red bikini which perfectly complimented your body shape.

“…because you are nice?” You mused, grinning at him wildly.

“Do you truly know me?” Loki teased you in response. “I am hardly a nice person, my love.”

“You are to me. Come on, there is a coffee shop nearby which I think you will love. Books everywhere!”

Impatiently, you dragged him around the corner when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the pavement, earning him a few angry glares and curse words by random passengers. The meaningless insults bounced off his black suit like a mirror would reflect a beam of light.

“And what is that?”

Raising your eyebrows, you gently pulled him to the side, coming to a stand right in front of the store whose shop windows he had discovered. It was an eye-catching display—dildos and vibrators in all possible shapes and colours.

“Oh dear…” Of course, out of all things, the one store he would take interest in was a sex shop. “Those are… toys. For adults!” You explained briefly, hoping he would let it go and join you in that damn coffee shop. Now Loki and you had done quite a few kinky things in bed; you particularly liked when he “forced” you to kneel before him, stuffing your mouth with his long shaft all the while his magic, tingling restraints kept your hands behind your back and made you completely helpless. Or that one time he had tied you to his bed blindfolded, giving you orgasm after orgasm just because he could. Because he enjoyed having that kind of power over you. Still… a sex shop was something else.

“I see… that should be interesting. Let us go inside.”

“What? Loki, really?” Before you could object, he had already pushed open the door and entered. Groaning, you followed him. You were by no means uptight—browsing in a sex store, however, did make you blush so furiously one could not have distinguished you from a tomato.

It looked exactly like you had always imagined it. Inside, there were even more dildos and vibrators on display, along with a few toys you didn’t even know what they were for. There was another showcase presenting different kinds of butt plugs. Next to the entrance, a harlequin was wrapped in a tight latex outfit, on the walls there hung whips, ruts and other torture instruments. Lastly, what you spotted on first sight where bondage items you were at least fairly familiar with.

Ignoring your discomfort, Loki unceremoniously marched further into the store, his blue eyes glistening with mischief and naughty ideas. Oh, he did like this. Eventually, he stopped before a shelf packed with bullet vibrators, love balls and insertable bullets controlled by a little remote that came with it. Loki raised one of his dark eyebrows at them when he read the description on the package.

“Loki… can we leave, please? The last thing I need is a shop assistant offering us their help.”

“Give me your wallet.” He demanded in response.

“Excuse me?”

“Give me your wallet.”

Now, the idea that he would tease and please you using sex toys did arouse you endlessly. You had never owned a vibrator, even if you had considered giving your hands a break while having fun under the sheets. Then, you had met Loki and now there was no longer a reason to buy a toy that would stimulate you.

Still, you shook your head.

“Have you seen the price tag? This is way too expensive!”

“Come now. You are the one who took Stark’s credit card.”

“He gave it to me to buy a dress for his party next week!”

“And did you use it to buy just that dress?” He countered. When you said nothing, he presented you his palm, waiting for you to do as he had told you. Damn that Trickster.

A sigh escaped your lips. Loki could be stubborn. If he wanted something, he took it. The question was just whether he would forcefully or peacefully do so. Mumbling to yourself, you reached into your pocket and handed him Tony’s credit card which he took with a malicious grin on his lips and then made his way to the till. Just before he arrived, however, he stopped again, eyeing one of the butt plugs with a sudden, mischievous interest. It was made of stainless steel coloured in gold, with a sparkling green jewel at the base. His colours. And there were three sizes too. Unceremoniously, Loki took the one in the middle, having you blush once more as he paid for the items with a straight face, watching the cashier packing the naughty toys in a black bag and handing it to him.

You had talked about anal sex. It was something Loki was desperate to try, to fully own you and each of your holes… and while the idea sounded incredibly hot, you were rather anxious to make his fantasy come true. Thus far, you had never had more than two of his fingers inside there.

Still as red as a tomato, you thanked the clerk and finally exited the store. Loki’s grin was downright shit-eating—sometimes, you really did want to punch him in his perfect teeth. Much to your surprise, however, he got rather quiet on your way home. As far as you were concerned, the God of Mischief had two kinds of silences: He was either devastated and needed time to think, or he was planning something cheeky. Given he had been rather pleased with himself after purchasing sex toys with Tony’s credit card, you suspected the latter.

Only when you finally arrived did you realise your fear and suspicion was no more than inexplicable excitement as to what he would do to you. Still, it did not alter your urge to flee. Clearing your throat quickly, you rushed past him to take your bags to your room and store away all the new items you had bought when Loki stopped you with a start.

“And where do you think you’re going, my dove?”

“Um…”

“My room,” he commanded sternly. “Now.”

You swallowed, the tone of his strict voice shooting waves of arousal right between your legs. As of now, Loki was dripping with dominance and you loved it.

Nodding obediently, you placed your bags on the floor, hoping that nobody would knock them over and then slowly made your way to Loki’s room, with the man in question following suit behind you to make sure you would not try and escape him. The black plastic bag he was still holding tightly, the cheap material rustling with every step he took, fuelling your excitement.

“Lie down on the bed and lift your skirt.” Loki closed the door behind you both, his magic hands sealing the lock so nobody would be able to disturb you. Biting your lower lip, you did as you were told.

“L-Loki… those n-need to be cleaned before use.” You managed to choke out.

He nodded. “I shall do so with seidr.” Next thing you knew, he had already ripped open the packaging of the vibrating bullet and examined the little control that came with it, very pleased that it included batteries too. Then, a green shimmer flickered over the toy, quite apparently disinfecting it sufficiently for you to use it safely.

A high-pitched scream escaped your lips when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your knickers and tore them off your body, ripping them in two.

“Loki! That was one of my favourite pairs!”

But the God of Mischief only smirked in return, forcefully spreading your legs for him to access your most private area.

“Oh dear… so wet already?” He purred, eyeing your glistening petals as the warm air he breathed out hit your pussy. Chuckling darkly, it took Loki no effort to slide the little toy inside of you, leaving nothing but the string to give away it was there in the first place.

You jumped when he turned it on, just for a split second to see how you would react. So that was why the toy had been so expensive. The vibrations were incredibly strong—and Loki had only chosen the lowest setting for now.

He chuckled once more, grinning evilly when you buried your face in your hands. “God, Loki…”

“Turn around.” Oh.

You hesitated when you obliged once more, rolling over to lie on your stomach. Once again, you heard the rustling of a paper box, then, suddenly, when something cold made contact with your back entrance, you flinched.

“Relax, my dove…” You had no clue why Loki was so confident torturing you with sexy toys. You doubted those were a thing back on Asgard, especially since he had inquired what kind of store you were walking past in the first place.

Quite obviously, the God of Mischief had used some sort of lubricant to insert the plug easily. Inch by inch, he spread your tight hole to slide it in, taking as much time as you needed to accommodate to the feeling. It felt… good. Unusual and a little alarming, alas not in a bad way, you moaned quietly when he had fully sheathed the toy inside you, admiring his work with a lustful glistening in his blue eyes.

As soon as you moved, the plug in your rear gently pressed against your walls, having you squirm excitedly. You did like this. Combined with the bullet in your pussy, you could have cum then and there if only he turned on the vibrations. Loki, however, did not make a move. You did not know where he had hidden the remote, only tenderly helped you back on your feet so your skirt slid down again, covering you most private and now stuffed parts.

Your torn knickers he kept to himself, his mischievous smirk growing even wider.

“And now what?” You whispered.

“Now… let us see for how long you can take it… to have a reminder inside your holes for the rest of the day… for me to know you will be ready for me at all times…” Loki pulled you close, burying his face in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply, mumbling into your hair.

So… what? You were just supposed to go about your day? You had to do the laundry and do the dishes! And on top of all that, you had promised to cook dinner tonight and invite Thor to join you two.

“Off you go, my dove.”

The first two hours went by fast, if anything because you constantly had to think about what hid underneath your skirt. Not once had Loki turned on the bullet, not once had he even looked at you in a sneaky and suggesting way. It was almost like he had forgotten about what he had put inside you—but you knew this to be untrue. The God of Mischief kept you on high alert, enjoying how tense you wandered about the house. Every single movement—whether it was collecting the laundry from the washing machine to put it in a bin or bending down repeatedly to pick the pieces of clothing up and hang it on a clothesline—indeed reminded you of the constant state of arousal Loki had forced you into, ready for him at all times and whenever he pleased.

You were about to cook the spaghetti for dinner, preparing a pot filled with water when you suddenly jerked and the vibrations of the bullet inside you began to massage your wet walls relentlessly. Curling your naked toes, your fingers clenched at the edge of the kitchen counter. You didn’t need to turn around to know the culprit of your sexual suffering was standing right behind you, leaning against the threshold with a devilish grin on his lips.

Paired with the golden plug in your arse, Loki quickly had you on the verge of orgasm. Carelessly, he pushed another button and set the vibrations even higher. Your knees were shaking by the time your pussy began to clench, ready to let pleasure consume you and reward your undying arousal. And just like that—all stimulation stopped with a start.

“Loki!”

“Something the matter, my dove?”

“Let me cum!”

“No,” he said simply, letting the remote disappear again. You wanted to pounce on him. Loki was very well aware you were considering ripping his clothes off his body to have both your lust sated—but if you did, he would not hesitate to punish you later that night. You wanted to cum, if anything to stroke his own arousal and make him lose his mind from watching you with greedy eyes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, ready to jump right out. Contrite, you turned back to your spaghetti, trying hard to ignore his deep chuckle behind you.

For the next hour, all the while you prepared your meal, Loki pulled the same trick over and over. Repeatedly, he would startle you by turning on the bullet and have the strong vibrations haunt you only to stop right when you were about to climax. You had ceased to complain verbally, reduced to a panting and moaning mess. He would go further every time, cautioning you not to cum without his permission. You really hoped the food would be edible.

Your cheeks were as red as the tomato sauce you had mixed with herbs and other spices, just in time for when Thor marched into the vast dining area of the compound.

“Any news, brother?” He roared cheerfully, patting Loki on the shoulder. The God of Mischief remained neutral.

“None that I know of… it was a fairly normal day in the life of a Midgardian… would you not agree with me, my little dove?”

“Yes,” you replied through gnashed teeth. “Completely normal.” You served the spaghetti quickly, your fingers trembling so much from your never-ending arousal you had trouble filling the wine glasses you set on the table.

Thor frowned. “Are you well, (Y/N)?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay. Busy day…” You replied, glaring at Loki evilly who only smirked in response.

You expected the worst—and you were not disappointed. You were about to put the first bite in your mouth when Loki hit the button of his stupid remote. You flinched. Not again…

Ignoring how fast your orgasm built, you tried to keep eating, listening to Thor and Loki’s casual conversation. It was easy to admire them. Finally, after Thanos’ demise, they were able to live together in peace… well, for the most part. Loki was still Loki and Thor was still Thor, after all.

You breathed out audibly when Loki intensified the vibrations, nearly sending you flying to the ceiling.

“Cum…” he hissed when Thor was in the middle of one of his anecdotes in which he slayed monsters and villains. “Cum for me now and don’t you dare let my brother notice.” Your eyes widened—and with that, he turned the bullet to its highest setting. Suppressing a moan, you bit your tongue so hard you soon tasted blood. Blood supply cut off involuntarily from attempting to keep it down, your climax rippled through you like electricity, your limbs shaking like leaves in the wind.

Once you had calmed again—your cheeks as red as cherries—Loki’s hand sneakily travelled up your thigh, sliding his fingers between your legs to feel your juices. You were gushing. Swallowing thickly, your thighs fell apart so willingly you were almost surprised. You were in the presence of Thor, after all. But at this point, your mind was so clouded with lust and want Loki could probably take you right on the table before his brother’s eyes—you simply knew he wouldn’t. One of the many reasons Loki had fallen in love with you was because you utterly and unconditionally trusted him—not just in the bedroom but always. He had not once disappointed you. Loki was just very selective about who deserved his trust which made the connection between you all the more special.

Thor and Loki had already emptied their plates completely, yours was still half full. To occupy yourself, you quickly tended to all the cutlery and dishes and brought them back to the kitchen to put them in the sink. When you returned, Loki was busy getting rid of Thor. You almost giggled—you knew exactly what would follow.

Apparently, your little, if even involuntary show, had flustered Loki as much as it had you. The door had barely fallen shut behind the Thunderer when Loki threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to his room, wasting no time in tearing down your skirt and shirt so you lay naked before him, grinning to yourself.

“Whatever is amusing you, my dove?” He mused, raising his dark eyebrows at you.

“I really wonder how badly you wanted to fuck me right there. Such a pity I invited Thor to eat with us.” Revenge was so sweet… and it tasted even better after Loki had teased you for hours on end. “We should do this more often.”

“Is that what you believe? Hmm… Perhaps I will watch you writhe before me a while longer… you look absolutely delicious when you orgasm, my dove.”

“What? No! Just fuck me already!”

The God of Mischief chuckled. “Music to my ears…”

He left you no more time to protest. Before you could even open your mouth, Loki had switched the bullet on again, making you jerk with a start. He didn’t bother to start with the lowest setting anymore. Instead, he made sure to stay true to his word. The vibrations rippling through your pussy were almost numbing, hitting all of your secret pleasure spots eliciting pure lust. Tossing around on the bed, you felt sweat covering your skin, your own panting blending out all other noises around you. You couldn’t quite help but squeeze your thighs and buttocks together, intensifying the feeling of the plug inside you too.

At some point, you forgot when your first orgasm ended and your next started… or perhaps it didn’t end at all. Not until you were completely spent, begging Loki for a break who made sure to push you to your very limits before stopping—always keeping you sane and safe, of course.

Once the vibrations finally ebbed down and eventually stopped, your pussy was tingling, sore. You gasped for air desperately when Loki’s hands wrapped around your ankles to pull you closer to his crotch. With but one swift move, he had removed the bullet from your pussy, replacing it with his rock-hard cock.

You never knew when he had freed it from those tight leather trousers but then again, it didn’t matter.

Moaning, you let the God of Mischief pin your wrists on the bed, immobilising you almost completely so he would sate his lust with your body. There was no need to tell you he wouldn’t last long. Loki’s stamina was impressive, yet even he was only a male with sexual and carnal desires who had just watched you lose your mind over countless orgasms.

His low, animalistic growls sounded in your ears as he pounded into you at a dizzying pace, seeking his own peak of pleasure so lost in his own lust you almost came again for him.

“You are so… incredibly tight…” He choked out. You only managed a half-hearted nod in response. The butt plug worked wonders, each of Loki’s powerful thrusts even more pleasurable than the last.

“I… I’m… I am reaching completion!”

Squirming beneath him, you arched your back and bucked your hips to meet his passion, earning you a few, naughty words mumbled in Old Norse until Loki spilled himself inside you with but a few more, eager strokes. Ropes of his warm seed coated your walls, your muscles clenching around his throbbing member, milking him for all he was worth.

Only when he had finally stilled and came down again from his blissful high did he roll off of you and pulled you in his arms so your head rested on his chest. You could feel and hear his heart pounding.

“Hmm… you did so well, my little dove.” He cooed praising. You smiled, eyes falling shut tiredly. If you fell asleep now you knew that Loki would take care of you—clean you up, remove the plug from your rear and cover your naked body with a warm blanket to let you rest. And so that was what he did.

“Loki…” You purred half-asleep. “The dishes…”

He sighed gently. “Rest now, my sweet. I will take care of them.”

“Hmm…” You paused. “Loki?”

“Yes, my sweet?”

“You manipulated that bullet vibrator with your magic, didn’t you?” This time, the God of Mischief chuckled.

“That I did. And rest assured this will not have been our last trip to this so-called sex store.”

Ugh… you honestly couldn’t wait.

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winterisakiller · 5 years

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Get Better - Chapter Twelve

Title: Get Better

Chapter: 12/18

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Cath Richardson (OFC)

Genre: Romance

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Love. Companionship. Family. These are all of the things Tom Hiddleston desperately wanted. But his life and his choices left that a distant and unlikely prospect. So he did his best to move on and live his life as is. When an opportunity to return to the theater arises, he jumps at the chance and along the way finds that maybe, just maybe, those distant and unlikely prospects are closer than he could have imagined. Sequel to Brave Face.

Authors Notes/Warnings: So as I was writing Brave Face I knew that Tom’s story wasn’t over, even if that particular part of it was. And while I knew, more or less, what the overall ending to the story would be, its taken me a while to figure out the time in between.

Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for being an absolute godsend in regards to this story. I would truly be dead in the water without you.

This story will update on Thursdays.

Tag list: @tinchentitri @theheartofpenelope @noplacelikehome77 @blacksuitofdoom @nonsensicalobsessions @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @just-the-hiddles @wolfsmom1 @theoneanna @hiddlescastle @alexakeyloveloki @echantedbytwh

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Tom had been up half the night and it clearly showed. He grimaced at his reflection in the mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes and a distinct tension in the line of his brow. “Just great,” he croaked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

He padded back into his bedroom, Bobby on his heels, and towards the bed. Lowering himself onto the side of his bed, he bent over and rummaged through his bed stand until his fingers brushed against the smooth plastic of the bottle he sought. Popping off the lid, he poured two paracetamols into his opened palm and quickly tossed them into his mouth. He swallowed and grimaced at the taste. He then pushed himself back to his feet and padded back into the bathroom to grab a quick handful of water to rinse his mouth.

Despite the truly spectacular headache and achingly dry throat, he’d surprisingly suffered minimal negative effects from the whiskey the night before. Or well, physical effects at least. God what had he been thinking? What had possessed him to do it? To kiss Cath like he had? What must she think of him for it? He scrubbed his face with his hands.

“Christ Hiddleston,” He cursed aloud, “you’d think you would have fucking learned that drinking like that is a bad fucking idea.”

True, compared to his other forays into overindulgence, the fact that he’d only kissed Cath was positively benign. It could have been much, much worse. Not that the idea of…No, don’t even go there, he cursed at himself. His baser instincts aside, Cath was not some random bar hook-up (not that he’d done such things since that last stupid and dangerous night) and beyond that she was someone he considered a friend. Someone he respected. She was so much better than a quick, drunken moment in the dark and he’d gone and acted like a complete tit. God, would he never learn?

Bobby, who was still keeping pace with his bedraggled master, looked up at Tom in confusion. He barked softly once, head cocked to the side. Tom looked down at the spaniel and sighed.

“Be grateful you don’t have to worry about cocking things up, Bobster.” The spaniel yipped once before bumping his head into Tom’s leg in affection. Tom reached down and scratched Bobby’s head. “I’m guessing you’d like feeding?”

Another yip.

“Well, come on then.”

They paddled from the bedroom into the dimly lit hallway and then slowly down the stairs. The weak morning sunlight bled through the glass insert of his front door and painted the floor in thin bands of light. He stumbled by it and down the hallway towards back of the house and his kitchen. He didn’t bother switching on the light as he padded into the room. He bypassed his French press with a look of longing and headed towards Bobby’s feeding area and grabbed the empty food bowl. Bobby barked twice, his impatience clear.

“Fine, fine. Keep your head on.”

Tom placed the now full bowl before Bobby, who sniffed it once before diving in.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” Tom laughed, shaking his head and wandering back towards the counter and his beloved press. He needed caffeine and desperately. Food too, but that could wait. He scrubbed his hand over his face as he filled the electric kettle and set it to heat. The pounding of his headache was slowly starting to ease into more of a dull roar and for that he was exceedingly grateful. Once the water had boiled, set about heating the press, adding, and then brewing his coffee.

He sighed, grabbing a mug from the cabinet above the sink and waited, none too patiently, for his needed caffeine to brew. After an agonizing four minutes (his normally infinite patience was sadly lacking in his caffeine deprived state), he gladly poured himself a full cup, breathing in the fragrant steam. He sipped cautiously at first, the last thing he needed (or wanted to be perfectly honest) was a burnt tongue. That would not help matters, professionally (or personally) speaking, in the slightest. Tom sighed and carried his mug towards the garden door. Bobby had finished his breakfast (rapid food inhalation more like, he thought with a chuckle) and was bouncing anxiously at said door, a clear sign he was in desperate need of a wee.

Once Bobby was settled, Tom trudged back up the stairs and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He couldn’t stomach the thought of running that morning but knew Bobby was anxious for a walk at the very least. When he descended the stairs once more he found said spaniel waiting by the front door, tail wagging into near invisibility. Tom shook his head with a quiet chuckle, reached up and grabbed the lead and harness, quickly fastening Bobby in before grabbing his wallet and keys from the hall table and shrugging into his jacket.

“Alright, good sir. Shall we?”

Bobby barked once as Tom opened the door and led them both out into the dim, morning chill.

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“You quite alright there?” Lorna inquired for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I’m fine, Lorn,” Cath answered with an exasperated sigh, turning her attention towards the station situated besides her own. Lorna sat sideways in the makeup chair, arm resting on the padded back, watching her with a knowing look. “Just like I was the last time you asked. And the time before. Just a slight headache, I had a bit more wine than I intended last evening. Nothing the paracetamol I took before coming in and several bottles of water won’t cure.”

Lorna quirked an eyebrow, “You were certainly quite entertaining.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me a few glasses and my filter falls to the wayside, you know this. And honestly, I wasn’t that bad.”

True, she’d told a few stories that sober her would not have parted with so willingly, but it was hardly a stop the presses moment. The end of the evening however…Cath shook the thought away. She’d been up half the night replaying those few moments; the way Tom had looked at her (like she was the only thing he could see), the feel of his hands on her waist, her back (strong and oh so warm), the feel of his lips against hers. It hadn’t been more than a few, brief, dizzying moments but she couldn’t seem to shake the way he’d made her feel. Heady and confused and blissful all at once.

A million different thoughts bombarded her as she’d tossed and turned, finally giving up the idea restful sleep as a bad job somewhere around five in the morning. She’d strongly considered taking Gemma up on her offer of another yoga class, just to give her mind something else to focus on. But the way her body ached when she pulled herself out of bed put that ridiculous notion to rest. There was no way she could face another hour plus of torture, even for the mental break it might provide. Not with the after effects of just a touch too much wine making themselves well known.

Instead, she’d puttered around her flat cleaning and straightening (funny how cleaning helped soothe her when as a general rule she despised it with a passion). While her flat wasn’t a complete mess, it had been a while since she’d done more than a quick surface clean (she was thankfully a neat person by nature). And the movement helped…albeit minimally. By the time mid-morning rolled around, Cath was sweaty, tired, and still as confused as ever. She threw herself into the shower and then back into bed not waking until her phone alarm blared at five minutes to two.

Cursing, she dressed and flew out the door. While she didn’t technically have to be at the theatre earlier than half five, there were a dozen little projects and issues that could use her attention. Things she’d been putting off. She’d caught the tube and made it down the street and towards the theatre at slightly before half four. Smiling at the security near the stage door, Cath made her way inside the theatre, up the stairs, and set to work.

When Lorna had lumbered in at quarter of five, Cath had gotten all the cast wardrobe ready for the evening, had organized her station (twice), and had doused the small fires that had sprung up over the last few days.

“Busy beaver today,” Lorna joked, dropping her bag and coat in the tiny closet near the door. “I’m surprised to see you here so early. One would have thought you’d still be sleeping.”

“I didn’t drink that much, Lorn, and you know it. Besides there were a million and one little things that I’ve been putting off. No time like the present, eh?”

Lorna hadn’t seemed convinced by chose to keep her thoughts mostly to herself (something that ultimately worried Cath though she dared not vocalize it. Gift horse, mouth and all that). “You sure you’re alright?”

“Just fine.” She’d explained, hoping Lorna would let the matter drop.

That didn’t stop Lorna from asking, repeatedly, over the next hour and it took all Cath had to keep her responses civil and light. Telling Lorna just what was running through her head, and why, was something Cath knew she absolutely wanted no part of. Giving her friend even a hint would set her right off and Lorna full blast was not something she wanted to deal with at the moment. Or ever, if at all possible.

Still, Cath knew she would have to do something sooner rather than later. She would have to say something to Tom, at least. Because if she didn’t, Cath feared her own wondering and worry would be the death of her (or her sanity at the very least). The worst he could say, after all she reasoned with herself, was that the kiss had been a mistake. The idea made her gut clench and her stomach churn. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm.

They had both been drinking and he was an affectionate person. These things happened, after all. And she would rather he be honest with her now about his intentions (if there were any) than to say nothing and let her own awkwardness effect their working relationship and potentially her career as well.

She just hoped she could keep her nerve.

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Tom climbed the stairs leading to the dressing rooms with a growing sense of trepidation. He’d spent the majority of his commute thinking about what to say…Or not to say when he saw Cath again. He’d run through countless scenarios, each ending the same way, with her disgust or her rejection. It wasn’t logical and he’d known it, but that did little to ease his fears.

As he rounded the corner, warm laughter echoed from the half opened door of the dressing room. He paused momentarily, listening though his ingrained sensibility screamed at him that it was so very wrong. “…swear to god, Lorn, you need to relax. I swear I can only handle one bouncing adult at a time. And my quota should be walking through that door at any moment.”

The chuckle burst from his lips quite without his permission and Tom cursed, knowing from the way conversation stilled that he’d been found out. With nothing else to do, Tom took a deep breath and took the last several steps into the dressing room. “Hello, I’m glad to see you are both not the worse for wear.”

“Water, paracetamol, and a very greasy fry up,” Lorna quipped, flashing a smile at him. They were settled around Cath’s workstation, the remnants of a makeshift afternoon tea (takeaway cups and a half finished packet of chocolate digestives…he hoped they weren’t his) strewn between them. “You seem almost human yourself.”

Tom chuckled, running an opened hand over the back of his neck. “Water and paracetamol as well. And then massive amounts of coffee.”

“Here, here.”

Silence fell and Tom found himself unconsciously rocking on his heels. Cath had smiled at him when he’d walked in but otherwise had remained unusually quiet. Any hope he’d had that maybe she hadn’t remembered (it was a stupid, selfish hope. She hadn’t had nearly enough to drink for that) were swiftly dismissed with that subtle change in her behavior. And while she didn’t appear anything other than completely together but still the all too familiar fear bubbled inside him.

Lorna hopped off her chair and headed back towards her own station, grabbing her wallet. “Cath, I’m going to run out and grab a coffee. Back in a mo.”

Cath gaped after her. “Lorn, what..?” But she was out the door before Cath could finish her question. Cath swore under her breath and Tom felt his stomach churn. She took a deep breath before raising her eyes back towards Tom.

He cleared his throat.

“Tom…”

“Cath…”

They’d spoken simultaneously and Tom found himself laughing softly to cover the sudden awkwardness he felt. “I’m sorry,” he started once he had better control of himself. “What did you want to say?”

“I wanted…” She stopped, shaking her head. She paused a moment before continuing. “No, I don’t want to but I think we need to talk about last night.”

Tom felt his insides freeze and he prayed to god he’d managed to keep his face in check. “Cath it was….I’d had too much to drink…I didn’t mean…”

A flicker of emotion he couldn’t place flashed across Cath’s face before she nodded and offered him a slight smile which didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I understand. It’s fine Tom. Don’t trouble yourself over it.”

“I…” he started, a sinking sense of dread enveloping him. Had she not regretted it? God, had he just made a stupid mistake?

“Tom, seriously, don’t worry about it. We’ve all been there. You had a bit more to drink than you meant and so had I. Nothing bad happened and we can just let the matter drop, right? Still friends?”

He nodded slowly, not quite sure what to make of what had just happened. The cheer in her voice seemed just a fraction too bright but maybe he was simply letting his own confused and convoluted emotions cloud his judgement. And if he pushed…No. Pushing, he feared would make the matter worse. Besides she was right, they’d both been drinking and…Fuck, who was he kidding?

“Yeah,” he finally answered. “Still friends.”

He steadfast refused to acknowledge the sinking feeling he’d just made a horrid, horrid mistake. Cath smiled softly at him and nodded her head, waving him towards the chair she’d just vacated.

“Alright, let’s start putting you to rights.”

—

Tom smiled brightly as he embraced Zawe. She was absolutely glowing. He was glad to be able to be there in support of her book. In support of her. He’d arrived at Wild by Tart shortly before the start of the launch but this had been the first time he’d gotten to properly speak with his co-star. “Congrats, darling. This is fabulous.”

“Well of course it is,” she teased back, “it’s my bloody book. It’s brilliant.”

They both laughed.

“But seriously I’m glad you could make it. These things are more than a tad daunting.” She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’d think I’d be used to this madness by now.”

Tom shrugged. “Well there’s promoting stage and screen work and then there’s promoting something akin to your own child. I’ve heard you talk about the book enough to know it’s your baby. That it’s a very real part of you.”

“Fair enough.” She paused, grabbing a drink from a passing tray and took a quick sip. “Have you seen Charlie or Cath? I know they’re here somewhere.”

He ignored the way his heart clenched at mention of her name. It had been a week since the so-called truce had taken place and he felt as though he’d been walking on eggshells around her. She’d been her typical, warm self though and Tom hadn’t known what to make of it. Sometimes he was convinced he’d read far too much into the entire situation. It was just a silly, drunken kiss. Cath clearly seemed to have moved passed it, maybe he needed to do the same.

“Um,” he started glancing around the crowded room. “I’m pretty sure I saw Charlie a few minutes ago somewhere over there.” He waved his hand towards the far side of the room. He’d passed Charlie talking with a small group of people as he’d been making his way over to speak with Zawe. “I haven’t bumped into Cath though.”

Zawe studied him and he fought the urge to squirm under her gaze. “Things quite alright with you and Cath?”

Tom blinked. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

She shrugged. “You just seem a bit…on edge lately and she’s been a touch off. I just was wondering.”

“As far as I’m aware we’ve no issues.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, he convinced himself. After all, Cath hadn’t acted too differently towards him since their talk. If anything, he was the one with the issue and that was solely one of his own making. He clearly needed to get himself in check and put his own stupid notions behind him. Cath seemed to have done so, it was only fitting he do as well. She was a friend, nothing more and he was okay with that. He had to be.

Zawe frowned slightly but didn’t press the matter. “Just wanted to make sure. I’d hate to see two people I’m quite fond of be at odds. We’ve still got months ahead of being in close quarters.”

“Everything is fine, Zawe. Honestly.”

The conversation was cut short by Zawe’s PA pulling her aside for a few last minute promotional duties. “Catch up with you later?”

“Definitely.”

He took a deep breath and snagged a drink of his own from a passing tray. He took several sips of the sparkling wine and fortified himself to mingle once more.

—

Cath stood against the wall, sipping a glass of sparkling white wine and watching as people chatted and flitted around the busy venue. She’d seen Zawe and Charlie in passing and had waved in greeting, but hadn’t had a chance to catch the woman of the hour on her own. She was thrilled for Zawe. The book was fantastic and she’d known just how hard her friend had worked to get it finished and out into the world. Seeing the fruits of that labor was immensely gratifying.

The turnout for the book launch was fantastic and Cath couldn’t help smiling. She’d seen several faces she’d recognized in the crowd and had done a quick circuit herself, chatting with a few former co-workers and several other faces whose names escaped her but whom she’d known she’d met at some point. For now, though, she was content sitting back and watching.

She caught sight of Tom on the other end of the room, chatting with an actress she’d seen before but whose name she couldn’t remember. He seemed completely in his element; cool, calm, and collected. For a moment she let herself feel a rush of envy towards the woman who seemed to so easily hold Tom’s attention. It was ridiculous, feeling the way she did. The kiss (god she couldn’t seem to get it out of her head no matter how she’d tried) hadn’t meant anything to him; he’d told her as much. It was a mistake, a regret. He’d been drinking and clearly hadn’t meant…But still she’d hoped.

No, she scolded herself. It’s done and over with and not worth any more of my time.

She’d done her best over the last week to not dwell on what had happened between them and to act as normally as she could towards Tom. It had been a test of her resolve and she’d felt the strain but it was better if she could just act as though everything were fine. After all that was the only clear course of action. She couldn’t risk jeopardizing her working relationship with the man. He was one of the stars of the production and if he was made to feel uncomfortable it would be her who’d be asked to step down and she knew it. This gig was important for her career and risking it over hurt feelings…That was something she could ill afford.

Cath quickly turned her attention from Tom and his companion, hoping to spot someone (anyone at this point) to talk with. She found Charlie quickly enough and made a beeline towards him.

“Hello stranger,” she called warmly as she closed the distance between them. She truly liked the man. He was a breath of fresh air with his no nonsense, straight forward way of being. And at this moment, she needed that. Desperately.

Charlie turned, a warm smile on his face. “Cath! How are you, my girl?”

“I’m doing rather well,” she answered, letting him pull her into a quick embrace. “The wine is fabulous and the turnout’s pretty incredible too. Though I still haven’t managed to catch Zawe on her own yet.”

“Woman of the hour, she is,” Charlie laughed. “I think she’s finishing up a few quick photos. I’ll send her your way if I see her.”

“Cheers, mate.” She tipped her glass in his direction before pausing to take another sip.

“Have you seen Tom yet? I know he’s around here somewhere.”

Cath froze for a moment at the mention of his name. She shook her head, “Not really. I mean I think I’ve seen him about, but I’ve not spoken with him yet.”

“Oh.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”

“I just thought…You know what, never mind what I thought.” He smiled warmly at her and Cath found herself at once quite desperate to know just what he had thought but did not seem to want to say.

“Seriously, Charlie, whatever it is, spit it out. I promise I won’t bite your head off.”

Charlie chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “You just seemed…Rather close is all…But this past week. It just feels like something is a touch...off.”

She wasn’t sure just how to respond to that. Maybe she hadn’t been as nonchalant as she’d thought she’d been. And if Charlie had noticed, surely Tom had as well. Damn. Damn. Double damn. “I’ve just been a touch…Frantic, trying to keep my head on straight with the show finally really getting underway. Juggling a few more things than I usually do, but give me another week or so and I’ll be right as rain.”

It was a pitiful excuse and she knew it, but the last thing she wanted or needed to do was get into what was really bothering her. Especially not with someone she knew Tom considered a friend. She was saved, however, from whatever Charlie was about to say in response by the sound of a voice clearing over the speakers. She turned to find Zawe on the small stage area a few feet away.

“Hello everyone, thank you again for coming out to the launch of ‘Character Breakdown’. I honestly have to say I’m beyond honored that you lot are here. This has been a project I’ve been working on for quite a while now. One I’ve put my heart, soul, and sanity into. And now seeing it finally finished and ready for the world is…Surreal. Completely surreal, but utterly amazing.”

Cath smiled as she watched Zawe work the crowd before her. The genuine delight and excitement that radiated from her was infectious. Cath found herself caught up in it as Zawe laughed, clapping her hands together, and announced she was going to read a small passage from the book. Beside her, Cath felt someone shift and turning was rather startled to find Tom. He looked far too good in his black pea coat, navy jumper and dark jeans.

She fought to keep her expression friendly but neutral as she nodded in greeting before turning her attention back to Zawe. As she watched her friend speak, Cath resolved to keep a better grip on her emotions. Tom was a lovely man and despite how she felt (denying it anymore would be foolish at this point) he was a colleague, nothing more. She could be a professional about this. She would be, even if it killed her.

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Tw: Tramatic flashbacks

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Chapter 4: P.O.V of Virgil

“I have just the thing for you.” I felt the inside of my hoodie pocket with a smile creeping across my face. Logan raised an eyebrow as I pulled out what they would probably assume to be a bracelet.

“I have a few extra of these. They hide your powers from detectors at the cost of nullifying them. As long as they don’t know your face then they won’t know it’s you they’re after. Course you’ll probably have to wear long sleeves to hide them because the uh.. ‘burn brothers’ know what they are. You’re alright Princey but Logan and Patton need to wear a hoodie or something.” When I explained this, Patton sucked in a large breath of air and fiddled with his hands.

“Ah well… that’s a problem… you see I’m in nursing school so we kinda… ya know… need our sleeves up sometimes.”

Well shit. This is going to be harder than I thought. I pondered for a few moments debating over to risk it and have him wear the nullifier unless he was doing hands on stuff or to have him go without until I can build him one to go somewhere else than his wrist. Course life isn’t just simple enough to let us get away with this. Of fucking course it isn’t.

“Language Virge!! My my, your mind is like the plague!” Remus said amused.

Gee thanks Remus. Totally needed that.

“You’re welcome! Seriously though! Nasty boy... I love it!” I rolled my eyes at this and decided to go with the first option.

“Alright Pat, just take off the nullifier when you need to do something like that. Otherwise it needs to stay on. That goes for you too, Logan. Do NOT take it off unless you need to hide it. If you take it off then you can and will be spotted. You’ll be surprised how they can find you.”

Patton and Logan both nodded in agreement. Thankfully they were easier to work with than Princey. I stood up and walked across the room to the dresser I had full of gadgets. Agh I can never remember which drawer they’re in. Nope that one's teleporters… weaponry… there we go. I pulled an extra nullifier out and closed the drawer. Patton received the one I had in my hoodie pocket while Logan got the one from the dresser.

“Keep alert. The nullifier can only do so much. There are other ways of finding you they can exploit. Do not use technology to talk about your powers unless you’re in need of help. Do not talk to anyone you do not trust about your powers. And above all do not use your powers outside of the forest or your rooms. They have eyes everywhere.” Patton nodded slowly and slightly spooked.

“What… what do we do if we get found out? I don’t want another… Logan incident. I’m sure none of us want to get… s-shot at.” This poor kid really shouldn’t be in this mess of all people. He looked ready to crumble.

“If you’re found out we’ll drop whatever we are doing and come to your location but… if you are found out then you’re either going to get captured or you’re going to have to hide for the rest of your life.” Patton winced and pulled his legs to his chest. Logan, on the other hand, seemed deep in thought but otherwise unphased. He was evidently hard to scare.

The room sat in an uncomfortable silence (minus Remus humming) for a little while. I was frankly shocked more over Roman keeping his mouth shut for so long. Well that can be used to lighten the mood at least.

“No witty comment from Disney Wince? Finally coming to grips with the reality of our situation?” I moved over to my original spot on the couch and watched Roman try to form a sentence.

“I… Can I ask… no scratch that. I-” Remus cut in, highly energetic but clearly a bit frazzled.

“Oooo! You wanna know what would happen if any of you three got captured? Well first they-” Thankfully Dee shut Remus down real quick by holding a finger up to Remus’s mouth. Thank god, I don’t want to think about that.

“Virgil Nimbus… age 21… how the hell did this kid get in here?”

“He snuck in to free some of our subjects. He almost got subjects D3D31T and R3M7 out. Luckily we got one of our men to shoot him before he did any real damage. He should be waking up soon.”

“Good. We needed more participants.”

“Ah there he is! Hello Virgil. We have a lot to discuss. For starters… how did you get in here? Don’t bother trying to fight, our truth serum is very good at its job.”

“I… I disguised myself as one of the soldiers.”

“Mhm… well we can’t have that happening anymore. Prepare the machines!!! Don’t worry Virgil. After some time you’ll learn to accept this. Some results even showed patients growing numb to it if they’re lucky.”

Can’t think. Stupid drug thing. What’s happening?

“Attach ‘em to him and be sure it’s not so high he blacks out immediately. There’s a point to this and we mustn’t let it go to waste.”

Strapped. Can’t move.

“Don’t bother to fight it Virgil. You’ll be mostly immobile for the whole session.”

Weird things. Attaching to me.

“We’re ready to begin.”

“Good, on my mark. Three… two… one… begin.”

“Agh sorry. I know I shouldn’t ask that out of nowhere… I mean… was it bad? I don’t want my friends to get hurt or have an unfortunate demise.” Roman attempted to correct himself, the words bringing me back to the present as I stifled a gasp. Remus shoved Deceit’s hand away and waved him off.

“Ehhhh they won’t kill ya unless you threaten their lives! Don’t exclude yourself though! They would gladly take you in if they knew you were working with supes! Look at Virgey here!” Remus placed a hand on my arm which made me flinch probably more than he was expecting. He immediately removed his arm and shot me an apologetic look before perking back up like normal. His apologies weren’t exactly the best but at least he cared… as best as he could anyways.

My mind tuned the conversation out to jumbled noises. I just couldn’t deal with anything so… extra right now. I inserted random song lyrics into my head to get my mind off of this. Thankfully I had a few songs memorized and shuffled through those to drown out my other intrusive thoughts.

Hey edgelord, sorry to intrude on your thoughts (not really) but they’re talking about how they’ve missed a class and are working their way towards the whole “we gotta go” sentence.

Crap.

“I’m probably in a decent amount of trouble myself. We should consider leaving… wherever we are to head back. Thank you for your hospitality, you three. I would like to inquire how we make our way back.” Logan pushed. I stretched and turned to the nerd. “We’re on campus. We actually go to your college ourselves. It isn’t hard to figure out where exactly we are.”

Princey stood up dramatically and bowed. “Well then we bid you good tidings weirdos. We shall grant you our phone numbers and depart!” I rolled my eyes and smirked.

“Wow. I thought you couldn’t get more extra but boy was I wrong. You surprise me by being an annoying, spoiled kid.”

Roman made a noise that could only be described as an offended drama queen half gasp, half screech. Honestly I don’t even know how his vocal cords allow him to do that. “EXCUSE me? Annoying?!? Kid?!? How dare you! I am neither of those! Just because you have your fancy gadgets and knowledge on the comic book villains doesn’t mean you can undermine my glory, Cruella De Vile!”

“Notice how he didn’t say he wasn’t spoiled…” Logan mumbled under his breath.

“Did you insult me, Specs or are you siding with the honorable Roman?”

“Guys! Stop fighting! Come on!” Patton intervened. “Let’s just be friends and get prepared to leave! We already missed choir practice and I need to get ready for my final class! You all do too!”

Roman sighed and said something inaudible, most likely an apology. “Let’s just hand over our numbers and get outta here. I don’t think I can be in the same room as Captain Shook and still have enough edgy nicknames left.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

“Yeah yeah, you just wanna leave because I can knock you and your ego down a few notches.” I pulled up my phone number, ignoring Princey and his new offended noises. I handed him my phone and he whipped his out while glaring at me. Yeah that’s about what I expected. He finally handed my phone back and shoved his in a pocket.

“I added Patton and Logan in already. You can text me their numbers later.” Roman hiked a thumb in Dee and Remus’s direction on his usage of the word ‘their,’ before turning back to his friends, “Come on you two. Thanks for backing me up LOGAN.” Logan didn’t indulge Roman by saying anything and instead helped Patton off the couch.

“Thank you so much everyone! It was nice to meet you all! I just wish we could have met under better conditions!” Patton said cheerfully. Everyone said their goodbyes and left the three of us like I preferred. Nobody but the ones I could trust.

“Greetings Virgil! How are we today?”

“...”

“Ah. That is a beautiful silence. Maybe today will be the day you can get your special abilities! Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

“...”

“Well not exciting for you I suppose but you’ve learned that by now. Do you have anything to say before we begin?”

“...”

“I didn’t think so. Proceed as normal.”

Hey. Virgil. Snap out of it buddo.

“Wait… please… I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Excellent. Cancel that last order. A willing subject is a loyal subject. Isn’t that right Virgil?”

Virge! Hey! Damn it, get out of your head.

“...”

“Now then. The real fun begins. Get him strapped down and prepare for trial number one.”

VIRGIL!

I jolted out of my thoughts to find myself on the floor with Dee crouching down to me. Didn’t know how I ended up here but I didn’t particularly want to know.

“Thank you Remus.” Dee said to where I assume Remus was. Dee moved to sit next to me and wrap an arm around my shoulder. I wasn’t not grateful for that but something made me flinch away. Dee recoiled his arm immediately with an apology.

We sat quietly before Dee turned to me with a serious expression. “Virgil. You should talk to us about this. You haven’t told us anything that we can use to help you. We know they’re-”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re on the floor.”

I shrugged and pulled my knees up to my chest. “It’s still fine. I can handle it.”

Dee glared but didn’t push farther. Instead he pushed the subject to a different one. “You know… with an extra three that does mean…”

“No. No way. We are not doing that.”

“I’m just saying it’s an option.”

“We’re not going to put them in danger like that. You saw what they would do to them. They’re scared enough as is.”

“And if we don’t take the chance you know they’ll get caught. They all do.”

“They won’t stand a chance fighting them either. They aren’t experienced in fighting obviously.”

“Virgil… Is this really even about them or are you just afraid?”

“I’m NOT afraid. I’m over that.”

“Just think about it.”

Dee stood up and took a worried glance at me again before leaving the room. I was alone again with nobody but my thoughts.

“Hey… You’re the one who tried to free us that one night.”

“...”

“I have a plan to release everyone in here. It won’t be simple but we can do it. Are you in?”

“...”

“Look… I know they are… intimidating but we can get out of here. My names-”

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I was tagged by the lovely, the effulgent @bettysnooper. Thank you!! Mwah! Unless you don’t want a virtual cheek kiss, then hug? or shoulder pat? hand hug? Whatever works 💙

Nickname: Fonsie. Although gosh... I have so many other individual nicknames which can be sweet but I feel like it’s time to cap it. No more creations, please. I am already trained to respond to all sorts of things from Kitty to May to Woosh. Star Sign: Gemini. I say Cancer half the time, I can not be bothered for accuracy. Height: 5’4. On one side of my family that makes me tall and on the other, it makes me a midget. I can never win. Favorite Colors: mint green, teal, soft yellow, navy, dark red, light pink, eggplant What am I wearing: Grey Sleepants/Sweatpants, strawberry ankle socks. My ace ring, standard underthings including a bra because it’s summer and underboob sweat is no joke, no makeup at the moment, baggy but soft black T-shirt. Eau du hand sanitizer because (insert fake chuckle) immunity issues. The works y’all, nothing fancy today. Dream Job: Being an interpreter or verbatim reporter for the UN Favorite Quote: There are so many I adore. This, however, is very important to me also on a spiritual level so... “An it harm none, do what ye will.”- by Doreen Valiente in the Wiccan Rede Favorite Food: How dare you? Favorite Sport: The only sport I make sure I don’t miss catching on the Olympics is ice skating, solo, and partner. It’s all beautiful. I also watch women’s gymnastics, volleyball, diving, horseback riding, archery, and badminton once in a while. Dream Trip: I started filling a binder when I was barely eleven with pages ripped out of international magazines. I did that for years till it was bursting. And then I transitioned to favoriting and emailing myself articles from travel websites and blogs. Which trip I would want depends on about -oh 14 factors- so idk insufficient data lol. Languages: English. And then some Chinese, French and Hungarian (this one being the least known) but none of these are close to fluency and I am still actively working on them. Also, I have attended ASL classes before and plan to take more in the future. Favorite Song: I love a lot of songs since I tend to prefer individual over albums in general. That being said, the first song to ever touch me the way a favorite song needs to was Undisclosed Desires by Muse. Favorite Book: see this doesn’t say favorite series which would make it easier to answer but I am going to say my top four right now... 1) Hyperbole and a Half 2) The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane 3) Fire by Kristin Cashore 4) A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston. What do I hate: So many things. I am going to go pet peeve-wise instead of getting personal and deeply looking into society’s flaws. I could get “Thou shall not eat restaurant leftovers that do not belong to you” embroidered on a pillow. Don’t do it. You know better. It’s not like a grocery store run item where you can replace it willy-nilly. And I will remember forever if you do, seriously I’ll bring it up at your funeral... I have no shame when it comes to my food. Random Facts: I have so many things I could put here. Uhhhh... I tend to perch when I am not thinking about what I should be counting as a chair. Sitting on things that were not meant to be seats and easily maintaining my balance is trademarked as one of my quirks in my house. My mom gets a kick out of it but it just feels natural. Example: currently I am sitting upon a fake fireplace electric space heater. It is quite narrow and not meant for sitting but it happens and I’m not mad at the experience. Also, to be fair, I am never going to use this thing for its actual purpose since I have scars from the last time. That is not a joke: the New Years incident of 2017-2018 forever changed the texture of the back of my hands and destroyed my faith in the stupid fancy safety hazard my butt is plunked on right now. Do I get asks: Occasionally. I’m okay with the amount I get. It’s all been positive and I am still getting used to Tumblr. Hogwarts House: I have taken the test several times and gotten both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Draw your own conclusions. Patronus: I feel like I could argue with myself for hours over this so I am just going to lay out all the candidates... Seals, chubby Bumblebees, Foxes, Cats.

Okay. I full-on don’t know who to tag. I follow a bunch of Riverdale people but I’m not on here a lot so I’ve only seen three other 21 tag posts filled out. Bear with me y’all. I’m just going to do 7 because 21 divided by 3 is 7 so it makes sense! Right?! @lanadeljones @lizzy92rc @a-true-janian-reply @foxsea007 @ava-rosier @miss-eee @itsnotoktohit

#21 questions #except it's actually 16 but whatever #fonsierambles

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tobespecial-a · 5 years

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HIYA FOLKS WELCOME TO MY BLOG HERE. GONNA KEEP THESE AS SIMPLE AS POSSIBLE SO LETS GET TO IT. --- this blog is dash only for now but may change in the near future.

first things first. i am a student in school monday - friday from 1-5pm so expect some slowness on my end. i am studying to be a mental health and addictions worker & am really passionate about the field i am in so i will be obviously prioritizing school & also irl commitments over rp. please respect this & we shall be dandy

now that thats outta the way. HI THERE I AM ES !!!! ( well technically its ESTELLE, but you can call me either or i do not mind !!! ) YOUR LOCAL NON-BINARY GAY ( they / them pls ) who is in fact straight af for a certain gay icon zachary quinto --- i hail from the pst timezone in vancouver canada. fun facts about me. ANYWHO ON WITH THE RULES.

REPLIES

this is not my only blog folks, it will be one of my more active ones, but it is not the only one i run. please be patient in terms of replies. i usually try to stay on top of my game but sometimes i miss shiz. pls poke me after 2 weeks if you are wondering, i may have missed it !! however it is likely in my drafts. PRO TIP THOUGH, i like each reply or starter posted to me, if i didn’t like it there is a 95% chance i did not see it. so please feel free to remind me after the 2 weeks.

also personals do not reblog my threads, ooc posts or anything thats not a reblogged photoset , its annoying, just don’t do it. -- i also have minor case of dyslexia so please be patient with spelling errors. i catch most of them, but sometimes i don’t get them all. if something becomes an issue please tell me.

FOLLOWING AND UNFOLLOWING

i am mutuals only. please keep this in mind. i will only take ooc asks from non mutuals. if i am not at least following you ( cos i know some people who i write with / have written with don’t follow everyone cos they want a clean dash, but they still wanna write ) then please don’t attempt ic interactions. this is your first & final warning. i will ignore attempts & block if it persists.

do not follow & refollow me repeatedly its also annoying & will likely get you blocked. i take a while to follow back sometimes, please be patient. i rarely unfollow so if you see it happen, please poke me. however i have the right to ignore it, or not answer. you have the invitation, i just don’t have to invite you in if i chose to revoke it.

disclaimer i probably will not follow blogs that romantically ship peter/claire. incest normally doesn’t bother me enough to mention it, but this one just really is a big nope for me. sorry in advance.

CHARACTERIZATION

gabriel is based off nbc heroes & my own personal headcanons. at the point of writing this i have seen the first & second season, i am making my way through the rest of the show at present. don’t worry about spoilers though as i pretty much know most of the major plot points for gabriel during the series, just not all the specifics. --- threads will generally take place in aus & content i have seen however, until i have caught up. though idk how big the fandom is so i sense a lot of aus my way any ways lol

*** REGARDING HEROES REBORN

i have no plans to watch it. sylar isn’t even in the show so its really just not required of me to view it. any plot lines transpired in that canon will never be seen in any way on my blog. sylar reforms himself post series & just goes on from there. when i officially make it through the whole show i will write proper headcanons on that.

ACTIVITY

because of school & other blogs i won’t always be around. however i can always be reached by mobile if you need anything, just hmu. thank you for your patience in this regard. also fair warning i do have ADD a low grade form of ADHD so i get a lot of the fun extras that come with it. please respect there are times i may need to step back or times when i become disassociated , its been happening a lot lately so i wanted to inform people so they don’t think i am ignoring them. i promise its not you, its me, i just need space. FOR THE MOST PART, i am usually always around to answer ims & messages so do not be afraid to message me or anything.

SHIPPING

ah yes everyones fave category. if anyone has questions you can always im me or hu my ask box for more deets. GABRIEL IS PANSEXUAL BORDERLINE GRAY ROMANTIC ( hes between demi & gray )

imma start off by saying that i ship syelle as well as petlar. a note about the later, from what i have read & seen i will only really ship them ( petlar ) during / post the wall, which at the time of writing this i still need to view. i would be open to pre show aus to start at this point.

anything else is fair game at this point, just be aware sylar isn’t looking for anything serious really during heroes canon. plus hes not exactly a nice guy so like be warned there. ---- honest to god if your interested in shipping with sylar or gabriel ( yes there is a difference ) pls come @ me. the worst i can do is say no.

i will also state i don’t ship sylaire because well…. shes underage ???? & before you leap down my throat about heroes reborn, most of the content i have seen is her being underage. but i’m not gonna accuse anyone of aging anyone up for a ship, cos there is canon where she is older. i am just not interested. don’t see the appeal, i’ve read way too much meta & just don’t see it.

it is also worth noting that post 3x01 the second coming, sylar can no longer die. he is immortal. save for one weak spot which he aint about to tell anyone where it is.

finally ummmm i’m 22 guys so no lying about your age to smut with me. i will block your ass if you do. don’t make me be the bad guy.

GODMODDING

pls do not god mod my muse. you wanna write him ?? make a blog of your own, or go write some fic. i play three strikes. first time is a reminder, second time is a thread drop third time is a partner all together drop. THESE CAN BE EXERCISED AT MY DISCRETION HOWEVER

also i think its worth mentioning cos some might see this as potential godmodding. sylar is not a nice guy, hes a type of serial killer. he will kill you if it benefits him, or if you piss him off enough. hes not above doing it just to prove a point. he will hurt you if you make angry, might not kill you but he can hurt you if you anger him. so if your muse riles him up enough ?? just be prepared for potential violence, that might follow. --- i will not exercise my muses strength cos you think its funny to have yours poke the hive. -- if you don’t like this, please don’t attempt to write with me. my muse is a villian for most of the show & i won’t be watering him down for you.

OOC VS. IC KNOWLEDGE

at the point i am in the show, the only people who know what sylar looks like are the people that have seen him, furthermore only those who have heard the name know he is even a thing. so its safe to say a lot of normal savillians don’t know him. HELL a lot of the heroes don’t know him either. --- keep this in mind when interacting. if your character has special abilities to know who he is, thats different, but don’t just assume you know who he is or what he does.

FURTHERMORE TO GO OFF A TANGENT i am not gonna be too keen to see a bunch of starters of people begging for their lives. gabriel is a hell of a lot more then just a random serial killer. he is a complex character who has feelings & issues of his own. hes not going to kill just anyone for the sake of it. please bare this in mind. i will likely not reply to those kind of random interactions. --- by all means if you wanna plot something like that i am game for it, but please give me the heads up. i will not reduce my muse to a stereotype killer, cause hes not & thats the tea. he only kills when it benefits him, its not a sport for the hell of it.

TRIGGERING CONTENT

given the nature of my muse there will be some triggering themes on this blog. such as murder, gore, suicide, manipulation. if anyone is bothered by this, please blacklist accordingly. i tag “ insert trigger “ tw. i will not be posting heavy gore on this blog in visuals at least & i ask you tag it if you post it. i’m fine with a bit of blood, but too much makes me a little ill. writing is fine, anything like a photoset with heavy gore needs to be tagged for me, & i myself will not be posting such content.

MAINS & EXCLUSIVES

i will only be doing exclusives for ships & crossover fandoms at this time. if you are interested in being mains lemme know. i do however require previous interaction ic or occ, preferably both. if you wanna be exclusive i ask you return the favour otherwise i drop the exclusivity.

AND I THINK THATS ABOUT IT !! I PROMISE I AM LESS SCARY THEN THESE RULES MAKE ME SEEM, I AM GIANT NERD WHO IS HELLA FRIENDLY & LIKES TO GUSH ABOUT HER FAVES ALWAYS !! MUTUALS MAY ASK FOR DISCORD IF THEY WISH TO TALK THERE

NOW HURRY UP & ATTACK MY INBOX OR IMS OR LIKE A STARTER CALL LETS WRITE !!

#rules !

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sparda3g · 6 years

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One Piece Chapter 909 Review

It’s only a week break and the craze over Reverie Arc isn’t stopping. After the last chapter, the hype level has gone through the roof. The break is over and we are back for the grand stage of them all, Reverie. That’s what I would like to say if the chapter did resume right where we left off. Instead, Oda has another plan in mind and it’s certainly an interesting one. While I doubt we will skip Reverie entirely, a small teaser for what’s to come after is looking very promising.

I was anxious to see the follow-up from the last chapter, but it shifts to focus elsewhere. While the series has done that many times before, it didn’t go back to Reverie here, which is disappointing. However, that doesn’t mean this chapter is the same. It makes up for exploring more lore depth of its world and a surprise that I wasn’t prepared for.

It’s good to see the Mink Tribe again after a long time, though they’re not at Zoe. They’re at some random island where Marco is located at. That’s a relief to know he’s not dead or missing or anything bad. In fact, he has taken a role of a doctor to the poor people in the island. It’s as if the series has concluded and we are witnessing his epilogue. The presence of the First Division Commander of Whitebeard is gone.

Like previous chapters, it has an inserted trivia, this time about Marco and the aftermath of Whitebeard’s death. It does upset me to be reminded that he couldn’t avenge his captain. It also reminded me that the crew have scattered apart, not knowing what everyone is doing. At least it’s good to know Marco is doing well and friendly with the citizens.

What adds a lot more to his contributions is the backstory of the island. It’s actually Whitebeard’s homeland and it’s separated from the World Government due to its poor finance, which means no resources or anything. It’s an island that can rot and no one would notice. Sure, pirates can land and roam free, but it’s not exactly uplifting. What’s uplifting however is Whitebeard and his dedication to his homeland.

He was the guy that strived to help the island with the collected treasures and such. Even if his friends or anyone he knew no longer live there, he still contributed. In short, Whitebeard was truly a kindhearted gentlemen. His crew treasured their life over money or whatever considered greed. Blackbeard is the one who ruined the flow. I have to admit, I was touched when Marco begins to weep because in reality, even when Whitebeard was stingy with his crew, they all knew why and they respected him. They were true pirates.

There’s an interesting note about Weevil, the guy who proclaimed himself as Whitebeard’s son. As of now, it appears that Weevil is full of crap, or rather Bakkin is. It’s evident that she would claim it since she was part of Whitebeard’s pirate for 40 years. It sounds to me that she uses the name in order to reign over the next inheritance, even if there is none. I don’t mean to judge but with that look, I highly doubt Whitebeard went there…

It’s a bit shame that Marco won’t be able to tag along with the crew. However, it’s very kind of him to look after the island in case of Weevil or anyone target it. It speaks volume on how faithful Marco is to Whitebeard like a true comrade. I admire that type of person. It’s amusing for Nekomamushi and Marco hanging out like good friends; always uplifting. Wano Country was mentioned, so I was starting to prepare myself for the so called epic arc. What I didn’t expect is we get to see it now.

I doubt Oda has skipped Reverie and already begun the Wano Country Arc, but I believe this is a hell of a teaser and preparation for the next set of adventure. The country looks really splendid with the mix of the typical design of Edo and Oda’s imagination. I like how the giant root is the place holder for the main tower (pardon me for not remembering the name) that goes around for tree to grow. It’s a really nice visual of its country; already looking forward to Oda’s input.

Speaking of the country, we do get inner sight of it by following the other Straw Hats Crew. Frankie is working as a carpenter and being praised for his fantastic work with insults. Don’t ask why, but apparently, it is fine to bad mouth them; as long as you praise their work. Usopp is a toad oil salesman that sells oil that can miraculously heal your cut and wipe off the blood instantly. I don’t know if he’s a con artist, but it would fit him too perfect if true.

As for Robin, she’s performing as Geisha. She does look pretty as one. Out of the three, she seems like the one that has the hardest to adjust the role. Then again, judging by that lady’s words about mastering the performance very fast, perhaps she’s stepping up rapidly. It’s very clear when the lady mentioned the chance to enter Shogun’s Drawing Room, so maybe she’s motivated to do so.

The flashback covers the notion on why they’re separated. Basically, they are exploring the country in the time being before they have enough people to engage. It explains why each of the characters have a different name, which is amusing to say the least. The Shogun’s name is Kurozumi Orochi; the first name already spells bad news (no pun intended). Kin’emon warned everyone that they shall not make a “noise” of their presence or else, Kaidou will know. What can possibly go wrong?!

The one character that I left out is Zoro, and wouldn’t you know it, he’s already causing trouble. As the chapter’s title reads, someone is getting seppuku and of course, it’s Zoro. In his defense, it’s unclear if he’s truly the “street murdering” culprit. I don’t see him causing that kind of ruckus. What evaluated his crime is him holding the legendary sword, Shusui. It’s important because it came from Ryuma, who was last seen in Thriller Bark Arc. The use of its lore is fascinating.

The cliffhanger is pretty damn cool yet very worrisome. It appears one of the official is the actual culprit yet hid away like anyone with power tends to abuse. Just before Zoro about to commit seppuku, he dashes and slice the crap out of him along with the building. All done with a seppuku blade. That’s badass. I really like the paneling before the slice; made the moment engaging and satisfying. That all said Zoro is exposed. What happens next is anyone’s guess. But hey, it’s his year now, right?

This was a really good switch of scenery chapter. There was a nice heartfelt moment with Marco, who is growing to me as a character. I really admire his dedication. Wano Country looks very promising with its setting and buildup for what’s to come. It was amusing to see what Straw Hats Crew are working at the time being, exploring the country deeper. Zoro ended the chapter in a badass yet alarming way possible. Now I don’t want Oda to shift back to Reverie; not until this is resolved. Is this the year of Zoro? If he is taken hostage, it will be. I’m kidding…

I think…

#one piece #chapter 909 #review

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